Monday Morning

Monday Morning

Monday morning is too early
for bright eyed pupils discussing civilization,
rushing to scribble down their notes.
It is too late to relive the weekend,
reminiscing long nights of dancing,
midnight conversations,
and maybe stealing kissing
in the waning moonlight.
It is too early to enjoy the day,
too late to remember the night.
We are too young,
struggling to be so much older,
so much older.