Poem: The Bad Days

Oh, the bad days
Nothing goes your way
When things turn sour,
Every half-an-hour

Oh, the bad days
Full of what mays
All of that worse luck
Has got you stuck in the muck

Oh, the bad days
Clouding your happiness in a haze
It just gets bleaker and bleaker
Your response, meeker and meeker

Oh, the bad days
The heart, they do slay
Maybe never again smile
Or at least for a while

But me, I’m an optimist
For tomorrow is another day
One that may bring joy
And make the bad days seem so far away

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One Response to “Poem: The Bad Days”

  1. slpmartin Says:

    You set the stage well for the last stanza….a good uplifting end to the verse.

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