Bluesy Bleats

I should hate Mondays.

A day so promising looking dead set to end otherwise.

I suppose I should look for the silver lining

My day’s seemed right down in the gutter

But its a matter of perspectives

I am here instead of somewhere else

I am a nobody instead of a somebody

(With a permanent crosshair no matter which shirt they wear)

I am penniless instead of having to care for the pockets of many

I am listless instead of a husk, lifeless

I am troublesome instead of burdensome

I am clueless instead of blameless

I am instead of am not

Monday is just a day thus

Like any other

A day

Of grace

Of opportunities

To care, to atone, to love

To live, another fine day...