Sunday, October 11, 2009

MONDAY "MOURNING"

Monday must be the most horrible days
The reasons, its horrible, are horrible to say
But with that said, I'll try to explain
Why Monday must bring us oh so much pain

You see on Monday, you work with a frown
the full work week ahead has gotten you down
The weekend had come, and has passed
And like all weekends, it just didn't last

But Monday sure lasts, it lasts so long
You keep checking your watch to see what's wrong
But against your wishes, your watch is just fine
Against your wishes you cant speed up time

So you sit, wait and pretend to work
And dream of a boss that isn't a jerk :P
But then you wake up and almost cry
You wish and wish that the day would just die

But wait, just listen, don't worry my friend
For one thing is certain, all Mondays must end
Now that it's been said, I'll say it again
More Mondays will come and more Mondays will end :)

1 comment:

Bijoy said...

Monday is a man day meant for work. The poem rightly brings out moorings and mournings of the day.

Kudos for a good piece of poem!!!