My name is Mon, Mon Day...........and I am a day of the week. Nobody likes me, in fact, they detest me - i'm not gonna lie, I don't know why. The sun still shines and there's air to breathe, and the birds still sing, as they bob and weave.
My name is Tues, Tues Day.........and I am a day of the week. People are relieved to see me, but not because of me. You don't know how painful and grating this can be. To be this day of the week really is no fun - everyone appreciates me, because I'm not Mon.
My name is Wednes, Wednes Day.........and I am a day of the week. I am a strange kind of day, in every way, there are two parts to me no matter which way. Nobody cares, what I offer or share, they don't really notice me, to be fair. Then at noon, and not a moment too soon - I am welcomed with a sigh and grunt - "Thank goodness week, we've reached the tipping point"
My name is Thurs, Thurs Day..........and I am a day of the week. I suppose I should be happy - nobody dislikes me like Mon, but I can't help feeling they wish I was someone else. I race by, but in the blink of an eye, and without the attention I deserve. There's excitement and glee for the Day that follows me, but nothing for my here and now.
My name is Fri, Fri Day..........and I am a day of the week. I am the best day of the week, of that there is no doubt. I have love and laughter, mirth and fun, oh my word, the weekend has just begun. Anything is possible, all can be done - no matter what is happening, rain, sleet or sun. All the hurt and all the pain, that the other Days caused, was not in vein - I won't let you down, be rid of that frown, it is time to party again.
My name is Satur, Satur Day..........and I am a day of the week. I am oh so busy, everyone tries to get everything done - keep on running, run, run, run. Busy, congested, congested and busy, a half look back and a forward glance - of all that was, and is yet to be. That one big day, to have your say, let your hair down and have some fun, enjoy the moment before the weekend is done.
My name is Sun, Sun Day........and I am a day of the week. I should be so relaxed but I am not, I'm the day of the week that people forgot. People don't enjoy me for me, they miss me because of the day, that is yet to be. Everyone is obsessed with Mon - so much so, I feel like i do not exist. "Tomorrow this, Mon that" I get so tired of this, week in week out, you're constantly missing me, what is that all about?
My name is Day, Every Day.........and I am a day of the week. Please do not label me, and tell me what I am, embrace me, rejoice in me, in the best way that you can. I am but a servant to you and all that you desire, place the wood, strike the match, and start your very own fire.