Friday Nights
By Don Iannone

Friday nights always special to me,
like wonderful short vacations by the sea,
they encourage me to freely be
laughingly happy and youthfully carefree.

Even when I'm gnarled and old,
never shall I stop or to fold,
I'll continue to get wild and bold,
on Fridays always, no time is told.

High school years brought girls and dates,
so much fun now no one appreciates,
sadly true your pain today complicates,
but even still Friday fun with your mates.

College days were amazingly wild and crazy
never did we have a moment to be lazy,
like Dirty Dancing with Patrick Swayze,
so much fun, Saturdays got quite hazy.

After long workdays and so much pain,
at the bar we sat and went totally insane,
we drank and flirted and we were so vain,
we forgot about our joints aching in pain.

Things slowed down as we got older
cry we did on each other's shoulder,
and Fridays seemed a bit to smolder,
but beauty still in the eye of the beholder.

No dancing till two at week's end now,
no longer Friday evenings on the prowl,
but still some drinks and good chow,
and at times we have a really good howl.

Friday is a permanent piece of me,
full of memories that set me free,
every day I wish Friday to be,
and always on Friday most happy shall I be.