What happened to Monday, my favorite day and friend?
With joyful beginnings and promises to send
A week full of possibilities, adventures untold
But today, it feels like its light was stolen, sold.

Once upon a time, Monday would arrive
With vibrant energy, as if it were alive
It embraced the sunrise, painting the sky
Inviting us to spread our wings and fly.

But lately, it seems Monday has lost its way
Its radiance fading, like colors in decay
For now, its presence feels burdened and worn
A shadow of its former self, drenched in mourn.

Gone are the days of Monday's vibrant...