It's always Thursday

Between Sundays and the week to come,

it’s Thursday wondering where the days have gone.

The flow of tick tocking the passing through,

when the rushing of the important is to pursue.

Days just disappear to wondering grieve,

while nights to sleep are to short to believe.

Moon tides smile growing full of restless sleep,

when that exhaustion only ask for that deep.

The tragedy about time that just perish,

when we cannot get hold of the now to cherish.

Taking life by the day that forever last,

so that we can celebrate it with a blast.

No more promises for tomorrow as hope,

and yesterdays regret a habit interlope.

Thursdays from Latin is Jovis related to Jupiter,

called the remover of all obstacles for the better.

Then as we know everything can happen,

on Thursdays even when you don’t know Latin.