Monday is allegedly
The morning blue,
But believe me
Not always true,
For every day
Is much like each other,
And you can change it
So you don't get another,
Just help yourself
And do take your time,
And if at all possible
Try remember this rhyme,
That when Monday As come and gone,
Then next day Tuesday As just begun,
Then Wed,Thursday
Friday,Saterday and Sun,
They'll not be different,
They'll appear as one,
Where you may arise
In a possitive way,
And without much care
What the World doe's say,
Being able to take everything
In it's stride,
Not looking for places
Where you could hide,
You may be wandering
On how to cope,
But I know personally
Theres always hope,
For I like others
Have been there,
When I found out
People do care,
So now my life
As turned around,
Not like a Ostrich
With my head in the ground,
So before I finish
And you think I've gone,
I write these words
So you could pass on.



