I’m starting to like Mondays once again.
When I was young, five days a week I’d go
commuting to my office, working. Then
I took to taking Mondays to bestow
selected time on me, instead of kids
and client work. At first I had a blast.
But soon my day was filled with errand’s bids;
the ecstasy of Monday didn’t last.

I now go to the office once a week.
I care for grandchildren another two.
That leaves four days to use the way I seek –
I sometimes don’t know what I want to do.
Each Monday I return to exercise;
that weekly powers me to organize.

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