'Friday or Monday or Sunday, does it matter?'

For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem about Friday. Do you like Fridays? Despise Fridays? Of course, you can also write about something that happened on a Friday--or write an ode to Fridays. Or, as you know, I'm all for seeing you attack this from an angle I haven't thought of yet.

‘Friday or Monday or Sunday, does it matter?

Friday or Monday
or Sunday, does it matter?
Can’t say that Friday wears
a special face for me now.
Or fills me with expectations
special.
True?

Well, almost true….

No longer working,
with a son at college far away,
I can create a Friday mood
when I choose:
a play, a concert,
a dance recital, a discourse,
a movie, a book store.
True?

Well, almost true….

Each day brings its mixed fare.
For you to separate grain from grit
and change the day’s fixed writ.
Each day offers the Ugadi chutney
(the New Year special chutney),
with its different ingredients:
tamarind juice, jaggery, salt,
chili powder, fresh neem flower,
raw mango pieces.
The different flavours of life:
sour, sweet, salty, spicy,
bitter, sharp and tangy.
So choose your flavour
or blend of flavours
for each day.
Can one?

Well, almost true….

On Friday too
the bitter challenges of life
can catch you unawares!
So decide….
Will you let these have their way?
Cramp your style?
Or wear a smile,
forced at first,
to sweeten your day?
Is this true?

Well, almost true….

Anything can dampen
your Friday evening spirit.
Anything can hamper
your Friday evening plans.
So why not let go
of this Friday evening wait?
Not fall into the weekend bait!
True?

Well, almost true….

Preachy this, I agree.
Why this tone,
you cannot see!
Well, yesterday’s poetry prompt
was not a joy
but an ill-timed decree.
Practice before you preach,
you say.
True!

Well, almost true….

This Friday evening’s mood
was far from free.
Good things seemed to flee.
So I say,
Take each moment, each day as it comes,
A day’s worrying face sometimes a song hums
And another day’s look of cheer in gloom slumps
True?

Well, almost true….