To worry away a beautiful Sunday,
To catch up on work we always delay,

To always wonder why we procrastinate,
To always forget it on next Friday's date,

To worry how our work is not yet done,
To realize that we have not even begun,

To work into the late sunday night,
To long for a bed where everything's right,

To dread upon waking after a relaxing break,
To worry so much that we can't concentrate,

To wake upon a cold monday morning,
To hear the loud sound of the alarm clock's warning,

It's torture for me, this isn't a lie,
These things i describe, I do not deny,

True, Monday mornings do not seem fair,
But until Friday, let's just try to bear...