Monday

There are many roads we face in this thing called life,
some take us to heights unparalleled,
Some are filled with precious stones, pebbles, that leave a bright glimmer like the sun,
Others lead us back around to our favorite places we've passed,
One of my favorite roads takes me past your smile and a warm welcome,
Next to the wells that nurishes the plants that grow well,
to become trees. That soar high to over look the heights of growing,
A glorious feat, as all trees aren't fortuate to grow as tall,
but upon this road accompained with warmness,
The sun always shines followed by your warm hello.
I hope this monday,
Shines brighter than any other
Monday, In your eye,
As Garfield always hated this day,
Make the most of it

by Kewayne Wadley

Comments (13)

Its Sundays I hate, always hate, seems like a void with nothing to do, Monday has some action. Good to see a Monday lover!
a lovely poem of taking the right road that makes us happy? nicely penned.
Beautiful! I use to dread Mondays but now each day is so wonderful. I remain joyous seeing a new dawn.
A powerful perspective that is inspirational!
I wish everyone appreciated Monday as much as you do! Beautiful sentements!
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