Dear Monday, I want to break up. I’m seeing Tuesday and dreaming about Friday. It’s not me, it’s you.Unknown
The reason Monday is so hard to face,
Is because it starts on Sunday night.
It lurks around like a unwanted guest,
Till the first rays of new daylight.
You might as well rise and dress,
Monday’s here if you’re ready or not,
Think of it as pre-pre Wednesday,
And half the battle will be fought!
What a lovely poem and photo! Oh, the pursuit of sleep…the never-ending challenge. It is rare for me to get…
Thank you so much for keeping in touch this way. I LOVE IT! Each new entry of yours brings a…
Love that beautiful flush of red…. 🙂 🙂
Tell me about the scrambled brain, Connie! I’m kinda smiling 🙂 🙂
Thanks for your kind words!