Seven Days

Seven Days

Written by: Carmela Pedicini

What’s up, Monday morning.

Could I get a little warning.

If we’re gonna start out this way.

Why’d you have to burn my breakfast.

All my clothes are pink again.

This isn’t how I planned to start my day.

Going back to bed, I need more time.

Let me start over,

In a better frame of mind.

It’s Tuesday and I feel clever.

Set a goal, it’s now or never.

Deconstruct this mountain on my desk.

Find that important letter.

With a date that really matters.

Monday is haunting me again.

Wednesday, please be kind.

Let’s put those last two days far behind us.

Thursday is here again.

It’s time to plan for my weekend.

First, I have a deadline by four.

Grab that spool of thread.

Sew up a few loose ends.

It’s 5:01, I’m running out the door.

Could Friday be a weekend day?

My boss doesn’t seem to see it that way.

Saturday’s a lazy day.

Weekend mornings start this way.

Wait. Wait. You crack me up again.

Breakfast at any hour.

Do I really need a shower?

Dinner downtown with my friends.

Sunday we gather for songs.

Church pew, front porch, backyard, ala concert hall.

Then it’s Monday again.

Say goodbye to my weekend.

Then it’s Monday again.

Say goodbye to my weekend.

And it’s okay.

If it’s Monday.

Again

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s okay, It’s Monday)

And again (It’s ohhhhhhhhh)