Blame It On The Day.

Man!
I cannot stand
When it comes around again.

I have been working hard
Past the 40 hour mark
Week after each grueling week
Until that long awaited time to clock out and go home
comes on each work assigned day.

It seems that it is always the same
You make a few dollars more
And in the end
Somehow you feel like someone knocked you off
Your hard earned ladder.

You can blame it on politics
You can blame it on society
You can blame it on the Day
The days seem like they are always the same
As I look at the clock to pray it is my time to leave.

I remember back when there was a time
When the Ben Franklin
Started to look like George Washington
As Abraham Lincoln
Was a common neighbor now and then.

Memories and melodies
Like darkened night blinders
You can easily pull them down
But seldom pull them up to see
As the clock ticks slowly.

The stores and the bars
Selling one dollar tacos
The well rewarded three dollar brews
Sounds so affordable
As I blame it on the Day.

To live in the usual
Suburb way of collecting
And trying the practice of not spending
To live a little more than a cost of living
Now shortened by modern events and activities.

Both of my hands in hoping and praying
For the winds to pass
As my emotional anger ensues
But always keeping my mind in check
As I balme it on the Day.