Monday Blues

Monday morning dawns with a weary haze,

A symphony of yawns, a sluggish phase.

The alarm clock's song, an unwelcome chime,

Dragging through hours, a slow-paced climb.

Coffee in hand, a desperate sip,

Trying to shake off the Monday grip.

The weekend's echo still in the air,

But Monday's reality, a heavy affair.

In the office or at the desk at home,

Monday blues strike, no need to roam.

The inbox full, tasks to unfold,

A mountain of duties, stories untold.

The weekend's freedom now a distant song,

As Monday's routine begins to throng.

Meetings and memos, a relentless stream,

The Monday blues, a recurring theme.

But amidst the gloom, a spark may rise,

A chance to conquer, to claim the prize.

Monday blues, a fleeting hue,

For the week unfolds, bringing something new.

So, let's face the day with a hopeful view,

Monday blues, we'll bid adieu.

With each challenge faced, resilience accrues,

And soon we'll conquer those Monday blues.

Thank you for reading!