The only thing wrong with weekends is that they are too short.

It’s another bloody Monday,
Another red sunrise.
Winter trees lift barren arms
Against the burning skies.

At least the earth is firmly put
And does not dance about.
With clearing skies and melted snow
Perhaps the children can go out.

There’s a payday on Friday
And one next Monday, too!
When you work two different jobs
That’s how it is–it’s true.

It would be a little nicer
If they weren’t both already spent.
I’ll pay the bills and watch
My bank balance’ quick descent.

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Cars stop in the parking lot
Just outside the school
Disgorging little children
To learn their golden rule.

Some of them are smiling
Some of them in tears
We had grade cards last week
Kids react to parent fears.

Yeah, its another blood Monday
Another red sunrise
What can be the use of it
Is anyone’s surmise.

But we are here,
The day’s begun.
Maybe the clouds will part
And we’ll get a little sun.

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  • Brenda Nelson on Jan 18, 2010

    for me the weekend and weekdays are the same, the animals always need to be fed, and we work in retail so work on Sat and Sun.

  • ken bultman on Jan 19, 2010

    Blue Monday….great poem…loved the “road” pic.

  • Christine Ramsay on Jan 19, 2010

    Such an expressive poem. I think many feel like you do on a Monday. Now I can just lie in bed and think of you all, lol. It\\\’s lovely.

    Christine

  • giftarist on Jan 19, 2010

    I agree with your description. I love to hate mondays.

  • PR Mace on Jan 23, 2010

    I do shift work and work weekends, so sometimes I hate Wed and Thursday too.

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