This day is so boring,
It’s just really dragging.
The ticking of the clock,
Annoying and nagging.
Trying to keep busy,
Feel like I’m stuck,
In the deepest of deep,
Same old rut.
Even though it’s Friday,
Still such a drain.
After the weekend upon us,
Will be Monday again.
Instead of complaining,
Feeling full of disgust.
Give myself a new direction,
For this, I truly must.
Find a new approach,
To the working day.
Get up, get moving.
Out of my own way.
Because, no finger pointing,
I’m the one to blame.
Get off the road to nowhere,
Get back into the game.
So, enjoy my Saturday,
And, on Sunday, rest.
Fix my attitude for Monday,
And, old ways just forget.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Being my own personal cheerleader during those dreary days. I am still thankful for everyday, though.
- Category: Reflection
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Oh gosh - I feel quite deflated having read this - only joking - a great read and I know exactly where it's coming from.
Ha Ha. Deflated. Love that. Thanks so much Michael.
Thanks for sharing & caring HONEY. Love the logan about the TAT FLIRE very true. I love the week end because I seldom have to work on Saturday. Sunday is a paradox a time to rest and a time for "whole body worship" in Church but both activities restore my soul. Overall your message is positive "CARPE DIEM AND SMILE !" AMEN ! Hugs BRIAN
Thanks Dear Brian😉 Yes. Sunday is to rest and reflect.
Love the way you can pick yourself up by your bootstraps. Funny and probably a little Macho that when I read the title I first pictured a woman putting on makeup. (something I don't really feel is necessary, but seems to have a calming effect.) Hugs. May your coming weeks be fantastic!
I chose that title so that I could remember to avoid the grumpy face I could easily wear on Mondays😀 Thanks so much Augustus!
I love this poem! It is inspiring and cute. Yes cute!
Thanks very much BeckyJo!
A great write. In this poem you sound as if you have a good attitude though. I guess I was lucky because I loved my job and looked forward to working most days.
Thanks so much. I do love my job and look forward to everyday. But, sometimes, I need a push start. I really appreciate your input. Thanks again.
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