What a day, what a day
My fish just died
What a day, what a day
I started at morning five
What a day, what a day
There was no class today
Oh this day was something
Oh I experienced something
Oh my back aches like it was never
nothing
Oh plus my hair with white grains of somethin'
Going home finally but with a growing headache
Going home finally but with half regrets
Going home finally but carried bits of negatives
But going home finally changed it all with a family's love, full of heaven.
YOU ARE READING
poems of poems
General Fictionmake poems to manifest yourself and practice making lines again since this author lost their touch in rhyming. U can also continue or add stanzas to add and share your thoughts about the poem through commenting on a line or directly message me.
