As the beep grows louder, I fiddle around for the snooze button
Because sleep is to me, what food is to a glutton!
I lazily slide out of bed, with a strange feel of mourning
O lord! Have mercy, its again Monday morning!
I trudge along to the restroom, which seems more than a mile
A squeeze of shampoo on my head, and the little refreshing bath takes a while.
With food for my stomach but nothing for my mind,
I step out of the house to beat the daily grind!
The day proceeds slowly, crawling at snail's pace.
But the same is not expected of you, life being a bloody rat race!
You work against your wishes, even though it kills;
Why you ask? Because someone has to pay the bills.
With the struggle for existence, life's become a blank letter
And with despair at its depth, hope things can get only better.
So keep your spirits high and ask the source for clues;
Because I bet there's a way to beat the Monday blues!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem