Perchance

I echo the day that just passed this way, with a bounce and a sigh and a squeak.

Thank goodness I say today wasted away, and we’re now at the end of the week.

Be that as it may, it just doesn’t pay to be waiting around for a peek
At the weekend to come when Friday’s not done, and the weather forecast is so bleak.

This is not very deep but I must go to sleep; it’s time to roll up the day.
I went here and there and every which where, and now I am hitting the hay!