Days Of The Week (POEM)
Days come and days go,
All unique, all with their own beauty,
Some come in dull colored clothes,
While others dress in eye catching brightness,
Some come as rain, a relief that life shall continue,
While others avail themselves as words of death, a termination of life,
Some are full of warmth, with prophecies of bright tomorrows,
But others seem to be with long cold fingers after our necks to choke us,
As if to make sure that we never see the next day break,
But there is always some good in every day,
There is always a shadow of luck in every day.
Days come and days go,
All unique, all with their own beauty.
All unique, all with their own beauty,
Some come in dull colored clothes,
While others dress in eye catching brightness,
Some come as rain, a relief that life shall continue,
While others avail themselves as words of death, a termination of life,
Some are full of warmth, with prophecies of bright tomorrows,
But others seem to be with long cold fingers after our necks to choke us,
As if to make sure that we never see the next day break,
But there is always some good in every day,
There is always a shadow of luck in every day.
Days come and days go,
All unique, all with their own beauty.
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