Their Calendar Was Made Up Of Multiple Daze And Doze

There weren’t no Sunday.

No Fridays too.

They marked their time with

Shit got done because

Their days were progress fueled.

Part tay every day.

No yesterday, nay.

They dragged the goodness scraped from one sunshine

And splashed it all around to say.

Things were bright not grey.

People smiled away.

But they did not say…

I’m happy!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.