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October 3, 2011

Monday Yet Again

Starting another work week
My weekend passed too soon
Not the life I’d like to seek
I hear a different tune

I’m really not cut out for this
I have an urge to create
A thing inside I sorely miss
I feel my spirit deflate

So every day I strive and try
To make some little thing
To lift my thoughts to someplace high
To let my heart take wing

To escape this dull parade
Of boring work-day toil
One minute for what I’ve made
To till my mental soil

And so it goes day in and out
Until the weekend turns up
Two more days I can run about
And drink once more from Life’s cup

7 comments:

  1. I don't work Mondays, but I feel your pain. thank you for sharing the beautiful poetry you create

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  2. funny how every week monday comes...i dream of a week when it doesnt...smiles. have a great day bubba!

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  3. I couldn't have said it better myself.

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  4. Oh yeah! Exactly.
    "I’m really not cut out for this
    I have an urge to create
    A thing inside I sorely miss
    I feel my spirit deflate"

    You are so positive and optimistic. I am so glad you can go beyond this deflation and rise above it!

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  5. I hated my office job so much, but I think if I'd have had this poem taped onto my closet mirror it might have made the days go better. You are making the best of the situation. Great attitude and wonderful poem!

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  6. I have felt this before I retired, Bubba. It's nice to know that you write through the fray of ordinary life. Creating is the best feeling. I know you will be working at it full time before you know it.

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