Monday, July 27, 2015

On a Monday Morning



First light,
It's bright.
I have a friend, but they're out of sight.

Hiding still,
In the morning's chill,
A friend with wings, a friend named Bill.

On Monday Mornings we sit just here,
And talk about the day drawing near.

Each a worker, all day long,
We talk about our favorite songs.

And bands and music and silly stuff,
That makes the workday seem less rough.

And then off we go into the light,
To work another day until the night.


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