Seven day coping

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.