Monday’s dawn breaks with a yawn,
A new weekâs promise, a fresh start drawn.
The hustle and bustle, the grind begins,
As we chase dreams, through thick and thin.
Tuesday’s light brings steady pace,
We find our rhythm, embrace the race.
The week unfolds, with tasks and toil,
Building our futures on effort’s soil.
Wednesday’s peak, the midweek cheer,
A moment to breathe, to hold dear.
Halfway through, yet miles to go,
Our spirits lift, our energies flow.
Thursday’s dusk, with hope in sight,
Weekend whispers, a near delight.
We press on through the final push,
Awaiting freedomâs gentle hush.