Some things we carry around, even Mondays
Till our arms give out, or they kill us
Most things we encounter in life
Work themselves out, or move on
Our possibilities always exceed
What our attention can bear
What our patience will allow us
Leaving us what we cling to
Mondays will always be mere appetizers
To our full-course possibility week
This Monday is no exception
Leaving us hungry for something more
Tuesday will come no matter what we do
How we greet it, how it greets us
Depends upon us, our attitude
Our ability to transcend all Mondays
How true!
lovely poem.