Aug 18 2008
Mondays
MONDAYS
We all love to hate them. While some of us may actually enjoy our jobs and careers, there just isn’t nothing like a good morning of sleeping in and staying in your pj’s till noon on some days. The weekends are always too fast, and we seem to be knocked in the head, once Monday gets here. We hit snooze a few times on times on the alarm clock, and prolong the process of getting out of bed. But we all know that to get paid, we must work-even if it is to just pay the bills.
Mondays are not one of my favorite days, so I have written a short poem-dedicated to one of the days that I love to hate…Mondays
Mondays always come too fast,as we are always hoping Sunday is gonna last. The weekends are like a mini get away,but it is just never enough time to play. Time to rest and regroup,
too much working can make our heart forget what is true.
We long to stay in the comfort of our precious blanketed beds,
but some obnoxious alarm keeps sounding in our head.
It’s difficult to get back in that working groove,
but that paycheck is what makes us get up and decide to move.
Get ready for another working Monday,
Just go get me a cup of coffee,
Before I know it, I’ll be celebrating on Friday.
