One of those days of the week,

My energy levels are never at peak;

All I can think of,

Is when I would go home.

I wonder why there is ever a Monday,

After a fun filled weekend, it all seems so lame;

Sitting in the office, with eyes on the window,

Looking for something more.

The time doesn’t pass easily,

Every minute makes you crankier;

All I want is to run away,

And catch on my sleep that I missed to get up today.

Is it my fault that I didn’t rest on weekend,

And happily went out partying;

Without realizing the pain I would go through,

When this would pass and I’d have my famous Monday Blues.

I question my husband all the time,

“What it would be like;

If Monday too was a holiday,

Then the fun would be here to stay”.

Promptly comes the reply,

“Then Tuesday wouldn’t go by;

You simply need a reason,

To not work & pass on the burden”.

Maybe only I feel that ways,

But then who really cares;

After all there are 5 days to work,

And only 2 days for fun.