WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE

WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE

Six in the morning I open my eyes
And groan quietly as I realise,
I got the Monday morning blues.
I hate to get up and start the day,
I don’t know what else I can do.

Yawn and stretch, scratch my head
Try and think of what’s ahead.
When thoughts emerge
From blurry clouds,
I want to get straight back into bed.

If only Tuesday came after Sunday,
Think how happy
It would make me.
Give a miss to Monday mornings,
And Monday morning blues.

If only, if only I wish, I wish
If only wishes came true.
The streets would be full of horses
Carrying people
Like me and you.

Switch on the geyser, bathe and brush,
Grab my bag and rush, rush, rush.
The bus is late or am I early?
My watch is dead
In all this morning hurly burly.

It comes at last I jump and jolt
The driver is insane, a complete dolt
Over each pothole the nut he bolts.
I try and smile at his speed and skill
While he tries his best the bus to kill.

Staring at last with ticket in hand
My passport into fairyland.
I think of how wonderful
My life would be,
If right now I was in Tahiti.

Newsroom chaotic,
The people psychotic,
On every desk phones, simultaneously ringing.
In the asylum, stereophonic sounds ricocheting,
The dins amazing, adrenalin starts pumping.

“Hello, hello is the story in? The format done?”
Automatically I ask the caller.
The answer is indistinct,
A cultivated mumble
Again “Hello, Hello” I holler.

Deadlines to meet,
Morning edition is not complete.
The editor is mad the story is bad
Into the bin all the copy it goes,
In one second flat, bionic man,
Ten feet tall he grows.

Pounding his desk,
“Issue meeting,” he snaps,
Walks away shouting, not looking back.
The aspirin dissolves
My head it revolves,
I vow to resign if he gives me a hard time.

The day carries on,
And on and on
It goes on without any end in sight.
Drinking a cup of lukewarm dishwater
Whose real name is coffee by right.

My ears are numb, in my head is a drum,
Twelve hours now, the chatter won’t stop
Till with fatigue I can truly drop.
I smile at the thought of when
Into bed I can hop
Now that Monday is finally done.

~ Sujata ~

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