Monday Morning Rush

Monday has come again,
Seems as it just had been;
While I lift up my head.

My eyes still not awake,
As my muscles quake;
Trying to get out of bed.

I had to shower and shave,
Breakfast in the microwave;
Nutrify my body to be fed.

I saw the time on the clock,
So I must run and not walk;
Driving in the car and sped.

Light is red I could not wait,
If I did I am sure to be late;
So I kept going instead.

I never saw the other car,
Regrettably more than a scar;
The doctor pronounced dead.

Now that I am feeling so hot,
I wish I gave God more thought;
More repenting than I said.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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