Bad Day Poem by Jonathan Andrews

You have a bad day
You know it's okay
Or that's what you say
You tell 'em you're fine
The sun'll still shine
And you're here, come what may

Then comes a worse time
It crosses the line
So bad it's a crime
You're not sure you'll last
You're running out fast
It's down to your last dime

Next, worst of them all
You're taking the fall
Got your back to the wall
There's naught you can do
It seems like you're through
And you can't even crawl