Monday

Day indifferently undifferent

From one unwilling week willing the next,

A pattern that kept wake-time unperplexed,

That old kickstart to how things ever went.

Monday was lifestart payout reckoning,

Ignored all complaints and looked straight ahead,

Silently adopted ‘best left unsaid’,

Routines and quiet deadlines beckoning;

Was, a day to share wet blanket thoughts,

Eat or be eaten, the lunchtime sandwich,

Afternoon’s noise normal chit-chat and hush;

Was, a day like other liquorice all-sorts,

Wanting a pay rise was all a bit rich,

Pushing and crushing through peak-hour rush.