Spoken of with angst and fear
Few are those who Monday greet
With light heart or unbounded cheer.
While Friday strikes a brighter note;
The working week draws to a close
Time flies and soon we get our coat
And rush off to well-earned repose.
It’s artificial - this divide
Five days at work and two to play
Sometimes it’s good to step aside
Throw out routine – go your own way!
The way less travelled has its perks
The self-employed know what I mean
Like shopping when old Joe Soap works
Far from crowds in endless stream!
The trouble is, the habit’s strong
Why! God worked six days out of seven
So most conform their whole life long
And Monday stays their Armageddon!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
No comments:
Post a Comment