by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
Oh, holy Monday, come to me,
From worlds of waste to time redeemed!
Of you the slackers seek to be free,
First day of labor ill esteemed;
In you, renewed solemnity
To realize the dreams I’ve dreamed.
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I’ve written about Mondays before. But perhaps I’ve never put any Monday thought in a poem. How do you feel about Mondays?