Friday with pals

Dancing to spirits and wine
making out with liquor and booze
together with tankards of beer
we’re free, it is Friday, we are fine
excited to live, smiling and happy
but at midnight we’re falling asleep
we snore and we snooze
only to wake up at dawn
sweating, grumpy and snappy
our weekend is met with a yawn,
nauseous and shaking we’re hushed
we cannot take breakfast or brunch
ashamed. too pale even to blush
we’re solemn, a gravedigger bunch

The plans we had made made
for walks in the wood, we postpone
no cure for this ache, I’m afraid,
we just sit and wait while we groan.
we waste our weekend to mend
but on Monday at work, we’ll praise
the party we had with our friends.
We brag about brews we had drunk
the wit we had shown, and gals
we had charmed and the spunk
we can savor until Friday with pals.

#18: El Borracho (The Drunk) Marina Pallares

Today Punam hosts at dVerse and inspires us to write about drinks and drinking. I went straight from memories of those days many years ago spend drinking with mates.

November 22, 2022

17 responses to “Friday with pals

  1. Your poem reminds me of my youth in Germany, especially Fridays and Saturdays with our group of friends although, as I have previously written, I was the girl in the corner reading or knitting. I love the familiar image you paint in the lines:
    ‘but at midnight we’re falling asleep
    we snore and we snooze
    only to wake up at dawn
    sweating, grumpy and snappy’.

  2. This is absolutely stellar writing, Bjorn 😀 I can feel the bouts of nostalgia in your words. Yes, truly there is nothing quite like spending quality time with friends. Cheers! 🥂

  3. Oh my, Bjorn! Those were the days, eh? Hangovers – ugh. “too pale even to blush” I thought these words said it all…..I only was in that situation once – way back in my college days. We sure thought we were invincible in those days!

  4. “A gravedigger bunch,” really stood out for me, a great description. I enjoy how this poem gets at one of the rules of this roller-coaster life: You can’t have the highs without the lows. Without the lows we wouldn’t appreciate the highs (as much), but when those hangovers come, they are hard to appreciate.

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