Monday

Wasn’t it Monday just last week?

Didn’t I wake with no words to speak?

No thoughts of the morrow to say,

Just breathing in today.

 

Some prayers were said as I sat,

For children and wife and all that.

An amen was uttered as I walked away

Saying this is the day, this is the day.


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