Though depressed and berieved.
Though sunshine light deprived,
the lost and mourn of the gone weekend,
And that i am miserable in every end.
Still for some reason, i am grateful...
Of the Sun rise bloom of the morn.
and the crisp less chilly of the wind,
and the weather in general is not mean,
The beauty of a new day,
A new blessful week day.
Oh rise up my brothers and sisters,
Let us find the strength to be joyful.
Oh damned Not-Tis....a Monday!
