Monday morning
Alarm clock ringing
Eyes still blurry
Bed still inviting

Sky looks gloomy
Rain starts pelting
Bus comes arriving
I begin boarding

People crowding
Tempers flaring
Lots of pushing
Temperatures rising

Traffic lights aplenty
Each one stopping
Driver starts pleading
People MOVE IN!

Just like sardines
People start inching
Bus moves slowly
Some start complaining

I observed silently
Surreal Surroundings
Reservoir Passing
Strange Monday morning

Now in office
Eyes feel heavy
I start writing
I need refueling

I finished munching
Ham Sardine Sandwich
Now am drinking
One black coffee

New Year’s coming
New Year’s beckoning
New week’s beginning
This Monday morning