My Poetry. Having a Bad Day.

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My Poetry. Having a Bad Day.

When the weather is dreary,

You have a good moan;

You feel all you’re doing Is a grump and a groan.

You wake in the morning Not quite like yourself;

A restless night’s slumber Has hindered your health.

As the morning progresses,

You hope that you’ll find A way to be cheery—

It’s all in the mind. But right at this moment,

You’re worse for the wear; A warning to others:

“Disturb if you dare!”

Little things get your goat All through the day;

With no motivation, Stay out of the way.

But later this evening, You see a new light;

Now passive and mellow, You don’t want to fight.

It’s human emotion; You finally smile,

Thinking back to the hours When your spirit was vile.

Driven and focused, At last, you have changed;

Back to the sunshine, No longer enraged.

So when you are down, Just count up to ten;

Keep your composure, Unlike you did then.

Ending the day In a positive mood;

Fight off the shadows, Try to be good.

Grin and just bear it, With a grit of the chin;

Have a good moan, Then take it all in.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025

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