Is such a drain.
I feel like turning over,
And, going to sleep again.
But the week beckons me
With a half-opened bewitching eye,
And, with reluctance, I give in.
Well aware, and, fully knowing
That the loving caress might fade into a stony gaze,
By the time Friday decides to find its way through the maze.
For now, at least, it’s best to zip out of bed,
And, try to think of happy things instead.
So, before I rush out, let’s catch a steaming cup of tea,
And, let’s sneak in a special Monday moment for just you and me.