It took me six years from writing this poem to leaving this work work to embark upon my own work. This poem is offered to all of us trapped in our trappings….may we find room to breathe, space to live ; doing what we love and loving what we do
The trouble with Mondays….
is that they begin
The week of the businesses that we are in
Over again and again and again
No matter how hard we dream and remember
The joys of the weekend gone past
Somewhere between Monday and Tuesday
They’re gone with a blast
Of due deadlines and tasks
And things left undone from the week before last
Or the new emergencies of the daily grind
Making the schedule and paperwork kind
Of an offering paid in advance
For the coming weekend’s romance
As it beckons and lures us ahead
Promising once more
…….to be the best yet….
