I wrote this poem awhile back, on a particularly painful Monday. Now that I am retired, Mondays are not as bad as they once were. Of course, as a forensic nurse, working around the clock 24/7, and being constantly on call, every day was the same, really.
MONDAYS
Once again, Monday dawns,
It got here, oh so fast!
Why is it that weekends,
Never seem to last?
I left work Friday evening,
Full of joy and glee,
Filled with plans and lists,
Of things to do for me!
I did sleep late on Saturday,
And gave the dog a run,
And started out to do my list,
But had barely just begun
.
Torrential downpours started,
So I couldn't wash the car,
I did drive to the beach,
But had to picnic in my car!
Sunday was just as dreary,
So I washed a load of clothes,
And spent my afternoon,
Watching t.v. shows.
As I rush to dress for work,
I've got the Monday blues,
All I want to do,
Is go back to bed and snooze.
Five more days ahead of me,
Till Friday's here once more,
Hopefully, next weekend,
Will have more fun in store!
Carmen Henesy
