Of all the days – that were days in the days – when days were weeks,
I missed out on the most days; the lost days;
where one day; Friday – was king.
I’d be ten years younger – if only –
the party days mattered.
And now –
well –
the other days – the lost days – count.
Call me Hanq 
Ah, Henry, I hear you with this. If only those Friday/party days mattered. I remember those days too. And weren’t they fun while they were???
We are never aware of how precious time is, until the day we realise, we’ll never get it back.
Very thought provoking, great write Henry.
Ah, those lost days. Too bad we can’t get them back. Really enjoyed this, Henry.
I always look forward to Friday every week, catching up and spending time on things that I like and matter to me ~ Good one ~
smiles…in college, fridays were party days and we had live music in our house every week…got a few lost days in there myself…each day does count, only we get to put the emphasis on which ones mean the most…
Melancholy piece. Very nicely written. Thanks for sharing.
looking at all the days lost, there are still more to come… 😉
No, those party days don’t matter at all. Love the final stanza.
Powerful words, Henry! I can definitely relate.
You are so singing my song, Henry……..how those lost days count, now. Wonderful poem!
This is so true!
So awesome, nice write. I have so few regrets.
Them days will get ya. sounds like song, love it.
Henry, you have hit several nails on the head with this splendid poem.
I’m feeling the lyrical part of this piece, with the repetition of thought and the longing sound. I feel silly thinking about crowning the end of the week, but I guess we all do it. Interesting piece, Henry.
i think during our life, the focus of the days that are more important and less important changes constantly..but we are who we are the moment we live them..
….lost days for other reasons here….but I’ve always cherished the Saturdays that highlight my life 😉
We are what we are…I think I’d ditto Claudia’s comment… great poem!
crispy, clearly right on. worded wonderfully.
those long days within days – beautiful – K
Perspective changes the truth, and you perfectly illustrate that fact with this concise, poignant piece.
Very well said!