Some days are grand and groovy,
when you’re grinning, sunshined blessed
life is bright, far better than a movie.
Some days are nifty, some are best.
Other days are dark and dismal
when you’re sobbing, lonely, cursed
life is hard and to your head a pistol.
Some days are horrid, some are worst.
But mostly day are bland and boring,
when time’s just passing, grey and overcast
life is hardly passing dusk to morning,
Most days are endless, void and vast.
Groovy is not a word that I would use a lot… but here is an effort for Marian at toads.
Also linking to the Poetry Pantry
September 14, 2019