Life After Monday
Masters of our own fate and doing it our way? No, no, no.
Out of that bed, rush through breakfast and have that coffee.
Never say never because Never never made any promises to you.
Day after day, Monday through Friday and sometimes Saturdays also.
After all is said and done, and we are more done than said, we retire.
Yes, there is life after Monday if we go easy and coast into Wednesday.
07312018PoetrySoupContest, Mondays, Tania Kitchin
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