Monday - Poem by David Pyrs
You mark the start of my days,
Some with joy & some with rage.
You are my Monday from blessed skies,
My first love to hide the stars.Some may greet you with exhaustion,
Some with regret and pain,
I will always greet you like… you are the first and last I will ever get.
At times you will fight me,
At times you ll even beat,
Yet at the end of every one… I ll always take the heat.
Now come closer,
Make my day fly by,
But in all your hurry… remember all smile and cry.
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