Monday is a coming day
right for crying with dismay
for the pain that surrounds
another grind till week's end
the breadth of work to be endured
matters less than madness found
the comedies compete for time
against the tragedies of the mind
the many goals bang about
conflicting with each ego's wish
an end result may yet appear
while trepidation turns to fear
priorities becoming mixed
when the plans dance about
the tears will flow as a result
as the week begins again.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190804.
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