Wow - this poem holds a powerful message.
Indeed, Mondays hold a special place of beginning of the work week for many. You describe those feelings of just not wanting to get up, but pushing on thru - that's what's expected, after all...
But the servant has no choice
He must bid his body rise
Meet demands of Master Money
Tomorrow, he can tend the body
Although unrhymed, this poem has the feeling of a rhymed piece, with a great meter.
All too true, by the time most people decide to take the time to rest their body and soul, it is often too late...
I really like this piece - it has a good lesson, told well.