Friday, Redux

I know I repeat myself
Just about every week,
But when Friday rolls around,
Life seems less bleak.

I get to spend
Two whole days
In the best of company,
In the best of ways.

They say that "all good things
Must come to an end."
But the bad things are finite too
My friend.

Yet no matter what,
When the week is through,
I know I'm spending my weekend
With you.