I love to sleep all day, <br />Or play all night. <br />But I must get all ready, <br />For Monday morning so tight. <br /> <br />I have to go to school, <br />On this very cold early morning. <br />Perhaps I wish was a fool, <br />Who would sleep till tomorrow? <br /> <br />But I am no fool, <br />On this very early morning. <br />Hence I must go to school, <br />So my friend will not be laughing <br /> <br />Waking up this day, <br />Drives all joy away. <br />The little ones play, <br />With gladness all day. <br /> <br />Monday morning it is, <br />For I have to wake up early <br />So I would not be caught, <br />Pouring cold water on my body so dry. <br /> <br />Today is Monday morning, <br />The most boring of all days. <br />Which bring back all sorrows, <br />Running to school so noisy. <br /> <br />Yet I sit in class, <br />And listen to the teacher. <br />Who come in a pink dress? <br />As the pastor preaches. <br /> <br />My face I bury, <br />Deep, deep in my books. <br />Which I take no delight in, <br />Yet still I must read or I would not eat. <br /> <br />How can I be born for joy? <br />Yet still sit in this cage. <br />And listen to the other boys, <br />Who I despise as much as dirt. <br /> <br />Today is Monday morning, <br />I have to go to school. <br />For I would not sleep till tomorrow, <br />Because I would be acting as a fool.<br /><br />Nana Kwame Nketsiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monday-morning-17/
