Bad Day Poem by Louie Thompson

Bad days come and go,
not significant enough to occupy your time.
But some how when you have them,
the thought is always on your mind.

Your hair looks awful,
and you woke up two hours late.
The only thing on your mind,
is all the bad things about 'that' date.

Your coach just yelled at you,
embarressed you in front of the team.
And everything looks one way,
but never turns out the way it would seem.

You go to bed mad,
knowing your friends forgot your birthday.
It seems that this is a horrible day,
and nothing will just go your way.

Until about eleven at night,
when you get a phone call.
You hear your sweetheart's voice,
and suddenly begin to ball.

He asks whats wrong,
and you say nothing now,
You made my bad day so much better,
and I don't even know how.