When I was young black was white, weekdays color,
Sunday my favorite day.
Now it’s Friday that I love.
Weekend dreams of mornings-in
with long nights flowing after.
Sunday is a kind of noon,
the doomsday clock starts tolling!
But now it’s Monday.
God how I hate Mondays.
How I’ve always hated Mondays.
Is that really all that strange?
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Ocala, Florida, 1998; all rights reserved.