Crash Day Friday


Working hard every day.

Can’t wait ‘till I can say –

it’s the last day the week;

crash day ‘cause it’s Friday.


Lots of payments left to make,

but I don’t give a care.

Just as long as Friday comes,

they can have their fair share.


Can’t wait ‘till Friday comes,

and I have earned my cash.

When my work week is over,

it’s time for me to crash.


When my children were small, Fridays was the most special day of the week. They could stay up later than usual, although bedtime usually found

them lolled out on a chair or sofa, their zzzzzz’s flying as the tv blared in the background. Seep patterns were closer to

bedtime than realized, but they believed Crash Day Friday was special. Those words are still used today in their vocabulary, and bring

pleasant memories to mind. When the work week ends, it’s time to rest, or crash. What better way to appreciate all the hard work that’s been done, and

 things accomplished during the week, by celeberating with a hand full of potato chips, a soda, and a good movie.

          “Even youths grow tired and weary,  and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD  will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles;  they will run and not grow weary,  they will walk and not be faint” (Isaiah 40:29-30)


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About Phoebe Leggett

Phoebe Leggett is an author, poet, and free-lance writer whose articles, stories, and poetry have enhanced the lives of many. In 2007 she received two awards for her work at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference in Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Her articles, stories, and poetry have been published in adult and children’s Christian literature as well as online. Her books are available on under her name.
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