Rainy Days and Mondays
Turning over I shut my alarm off while in my bed
forcing myself out of my cocoon I have a feeling of dread
its another Monday morning and its pouring outside
getting up I let out a big weary sigh
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I look out my window
where the scenery is nothing but waterlogged, dreary and dismal
thinking of the drive to work only makes me shudder
wishing I could dive back into bed underneath my comfy covers
Monday you always return like a bad boomerang
I can definitely relate as to what the Carpenters sang
another fun weekend gone by in a flash
as I get ready for work doing a 50 yard dash
The clock ticks louder warning me to hurry up
so I wash up get dressed and take swigs from my tea cup
glancing at the wall calendar I wish it were 2024
the year I can retire and not worry about Mondays anymore!
2-19-18
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2018
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