On Monday Mornings

As you jump out of bed
The alarm clock feels guilty
The hour of preparation
Just became merely minutes

Your carefully combed hair
Always styled to perfection
Is going for straight A’s
But had to settle for B’s

Your ideal cup of coffee
Is made with such patience
That is what you long for
But what time was too short for

As you walk out the door
Your car is shining bright
But the stress you took from home
Left your keys inside