Monday

It’s a day of winning,
A day of beginning,
The sun rises slowly,
It’s pink and oranges a glowing,
The bird awakes to catch it’s worm,
The bats go to slumber away from the light.

Man awake to have a new start,
They awake to push a lone cart,
The game they are playing,
It’s nowhere near ending,
Are we ready for this new beginning?

The brook begins to rush,
The cheeks of a young girl’s blush,
The dresses they wear,
The styles of their hair.

The boys are up and ready,
Their pace is fast yet steady,
It’s time to work yet again.

The mother cleans and washes,
The father stays and watches.

Monday is finally here.