(I really was having a terrible day when I wrote this. And I really did feel better after that! So, well, poetry may be art, but it sure ain't useless...)
It’s one of those days;
Everything is going wrong.
But problems have to be faced,
No matter for how long.
One thing makes you downcast,
And the other makes it worse;
How long will the bad luck last?
When will the troubles disperse?
The rest of the day is a blur,
A collage of faces and voices.
And until the haze clears,
All you want to do is to utter curses.
Perhaps you need a friend to cheer you
Or maybe a long walk in solitude;
And then a refreshing drink,
To improve your attitude.
Even as the day goes from bad to worse,
I haven’t done any of the above.
Instead I decide to write this verse,
And I feel much better now.
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