Monday starts a brand new week,
The agenda often full,
When Tuesday comes I'm settled in,
But still a load to pull.
Wednesday is the middle day,
With thoughts of time off soon.
Thursday stops and starts,
I see my watch, my gosh! Itís only noon?
Friday hits, the clock strikes five, yeah!
I'm free for two whole days, so much to do,
Housework, shopping too,
I seem to work the weekend through.
Saturday and Sunday become a blur,
Cooking, cleaning, paying bills.
I waited each day with thoughts of play,
And hoped for weekend thrills.
My "days of rest" are over soon,
And it's back to work I go,
Thereís no such thing as "time off" I guess,
As you and I both surely know!