Poetry: Monday

Monday.

Life begins again on Monday.

Work, school, family, all starts anew.

Monday comes first, and follows the last.

On Monday, we wake up and prepare.

Some are excited, others filled with dread.

For some, Monday let’s them forget the past.

The weekend that was, now a memory.

The weekend to come, full of anticipation.

Monday the cycle resumes.

We start anew on Monday.

I’ll write this poem on Sunday in preparation for Monday.

Oh, Monday.

 

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