Mondays arrive with their annoying alarms, Waking up early, amidst life’s charms. The week stretches ahead, five days of toil, I yearn to stay in bed, where dreams uncoil.

But each day brings lessons, and moments to find, In the grind of work, in the daily bind. Though Friday calls softly, a distant friend, I’ll make the most of each day, ’til the week’s end.

Navigating the roads, in the rush and race, Through the urban maze, at a hurried pace. Through it all, I’ll stay strong and true, For the weekend awaits, and dreams anew.

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