A Monday Poem by Beth Achenbach

Monday is back!
Another day,
another chance to start again…
a beginning…
a forward start into a new week,
a push into the unknown.

Monday gets a bum wrap,
a kick in the ass,
it gets a little bullied
and is dreaded by so many.

Monday is
a bad hair day…
Not enough coffee in the world day…
“you look tired” day
I’m here but I’m not here,
going through the motions kind of day.
Just press “auto pilot” day.

Did u have a good weekend?
What did you do this weekend?
Do anything exciting over the weekend?
How are you doing?
It’s a too many questions kind of day!

On Monday you need:
A wake up call.
A seat on the train.
An intravenous with a caffeine drip.
Celia Cruz on itunes.
A feel good mantra taped to your forehead.
Chocolate...
and one of those
stress reducing squeezy balls
With a smiley face.

Songs have been written
about Mondays.
There is “Long Monday”,
“Blue Monday”
“Monday, Monday”
and “Manic Monday”
“Wish it were Sunday
cause that’s my fun day”

But Mondays have to come.
They are unavoidable
just like your period,
taxes,
going to the dentist,
having a pap smear...
and paying too much for cable tv!

Just remember
without Monday
you can’t make it to
Friday...
and without cable tv
there is just static!

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