What’s a weekend, anyway

We sometimes sit and say

When the kids were younger

’twas a time to sit and play

Now the girls are older

Growing up so quickly

Weekends are just not the same

As they used to be

The representation of innocent passed

Replaced by responsibilities

Deadlines, rehearsals and commitments

“At this time we have to be there”

Oh, to slow it all down and go back in history

Alas we can’t, we must move forward

With eyes ahead on the road

For the future and its outlook are bright

Much opportunity it holds

Still, I miss the weekends

When you could just sit around for fun

I guess I’ll get a lot of that

When they put me in a home