Last carefree Monday night of the summer,
I miss you already.
I stay up until midnight, knowing this is it;
This is our last moment together.
Next Monday will be
The annual tossing in the bed,
Sleepless,
Fleeting,
Thoughts racing through my brain,
Keeping me from slumber,
Gnawing away with reality.
Oh, lazy Monday night --
Monday whose cousin I will not see until December,
Whose other cousins will visit briefly in February and April --
Lazy, Lazy Monday Night of Summer:
Please don't forget to come back.
Sincerely,
Teachers all over America
