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On Monday, the week begins,
A day for planning, for setting wins.
Early mornings, coffee in hand,
A fresh new start, a goal to expand.
Tuesday is steady, the tasks are clear,
Work gets done with a little cheer.
A meeting here, a deadline there,
Midweek progress fills the air.
Wednesday, oh, the week’s midpoint,
A time to organize, to reappoint.
With half the workweek now complete,
The thought of rest feels so sweet.
Thursday comes, a busy day,
Emails to send, words to say.
The pace is quick, the tempo high,
But the weekend’s glow is drawing nigh.
Friday, the week’s grand finale,
Time to wrap up and make it tally.
The weekend calls, the energy’s low,
But tasks are done, and it’s time to go.
On Saturday, it’s time to unwind,
With friends and family, joy we find.
A hike, a movie, or staying still,
Relax and laugh, it’s such a thrill.
Sunday is peaceful, a day for rest,
Recharge your mind, prepare your best.
A quiet walk or books to read,
Fulfill your soul, meet every need.
Tripsteps makes learning so much fun,
With words and days for everyone.
From Monday"s goals to Sunday"s peace,
My English grows, and joy won’t cease.
Now I know each day by name,
And how their rhythms feed the flame.
Seven days, a cycle complete,
Life’s a journey, and it’s sweet.