Wednesday's Woman
Wednesday's woman, neither young nor old,
Remembers when she was Wednesday's child,
"Full of woe," her mother used to say.
Not so many years ago when she'd viewed anyone
Fast approaching fifty as an ancient relic.
Remembers when she was Wednesday's child,
"Full of woe," her mother used to say.
Not so many years ago when she'd viewed anyone
Fast approaching fifty as an ancient relic.
Now like Wednesday, half-way through the week
Wednesday's woman stands at that crucial point,
Reflecting on her past and contemplating the future.
It's gone so quickly, she muses
The Sunday Monday and Tuesday of my life
And what is yet to come?
Thursday, Friday and Saturday and that's all.
Wednesday's woman stands at that crucial point,
Reflecting on her past and contemplating the future.
It's gone so quickly, she muses
The Sunday Monday and Tuesday of my life
And what is yet to come?
Thursday, Friday and Saturday and that's all.
In Germany, Wednesday is "Mittwoch," middle-week
A glass is either half-empty or half-full;
Depending on ones point of view.
A glass is either half-empty or half-full;
Depending on ones point of view.
Wednesday's woman tosses her greying hair
In cool defiance, grateful for what has been,
And anticipating those remaining days
With a gladness not a sadness in her heart.
In cool defiance, grateful for what has been,
And anticipating those remaining days
With a gladness not a sadness in her heart.
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