Monday

Monday, early morning, kettle’s on, sun’s calling...

Monday, early morning
Kettle’s on, sun’s calling
through the cracks in the faded curtain

Crumpled sheets, in disarray,
Now it’s the start, another day,
begins to haunt your mind and say,
Routine’s a drag, but it’s the price you pay.

Open door, bag on back,
Up the road, familiar track,
meet a friend, a jovial jest,
You’ve woken up, had your rest.

Daybreak gone, noon appears,
It’s time, you’ve got to prick your ears.
Business over, time to play,
It’s the start of the end of another day.

Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 7 February 1972