The day

The day began with a smile,

That ended quite too soon,

My day had felt quite vile,

My sister popped my balloon,

My friends had left me lonely,

The nighttime was the worst,

All of my deepest nightmares kept trying to do their work.

but as the day got better,

the sun soon showed its face,

I knew that one day someone would have to take its place,

So on goes this poem,

and on goes my fate,

I guess life, is beautiful,

Here.

 

Come take my place.