Wednesday Sonnet

We sit upon the weekly crest It's the point of no return. Too late to cry or be depressed So onward we sojourn. You could take a moment to reflect On lessons newly learned. Or maybe consider this row of days wrecked A span renounced and burned. Whatever the case, it's now downhill There's no way to go back. Foot off the brakes, roll forward until We go flying down the track! I have vague memories of Monday, you were such a grump. All's forgiven because as of noon, we've made it o'er the hump!