SEVEN

It was the day my god has rested

After creating the acreage where I stand.

Promethean kit may he have used

To form this impressive land.

It is the name I hear to praise him

Where everybody gathers on his place.

A deafening silence to show respect

In front of his son's forlorn face.

It is the time my realm turned autonomous

And everybody shouted for laughter and joy.

I have seen Dionysus in every mood

"Cheers! O cheers!" never was a ploy.

Pride, avarice, lust, anger,

Gluttony, envy, and sloth.

All of which are my rivals in life

Deadly it is to men and women, both.

Seven is the day, seven is the time

Of happiness and loneliness combined.

Yes it is the day, yes it is the time

Be it our number of everyday grind!