Mondays

 

Mondays, a day that's often met with dread,

Yet we rise and face it, our path we must tread.

Children wish for Fridays, the weekend's sweet grace,

But Monday's arrival, they must all face.

Workers in a hurry, to their jobs they must race,

Praying for no traffic, a smooth and quick pace.

Traders start their week with prayers and with care,

Hoping for success in the sales they will bear.

So, though Mondays may bring a collective sigh,

They set the stage for the week, as time passes by.

In this cycle of life, we find our own way,

 A new chance to seize the day.