Like a thief they come
To some for a brief stay
To others to own
Darker days that weighs
They dare not knock but descend
Stealing the bread on the bin
Emptying the sugar in the bowl
Darker days that steal oil in the lamp
Days that cause friends to disperse
Revealing who has your back
They come hard like hail stones
Sending one to coil in shame
Yet we need not despair
Not when it is a life norm
To fall and rise
To gain, to lose
Darker days will always come
Ours is to stay strong
For faith will carry us through
Better days always await!
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