As the sun hangs over the horizon,
And the swelter of the day fades away,
I look for comfort with meat on a bun,
And a beer with its glistening display.
I have put away all of my papers;
Their beckoning can wait another day,
The eternal workload never tapers,
And right now, it is time for me to play.
On this porch, I’ve gathered my closest friends
To help forget about the week-long fray;
Instead, to think about where the week ends,
And how within it, I would like to stay.
So let’s enjoy the simplest of meals
To engage in this time we get to steal.
John Collings 