Every Single Day - Poem by ChiCyn Ndulaka
When the sun rises,
nature comes out to play,
with many days full of surprises,
and maybe a little bit of gray.
As dark clouds begin to form,
leaving no sunshine left to show,
just like a rainstorm,
without any sunshine glow.
As the rain drops begin to fall,
it's as if there is no hope left,
feeling stuck inside an inescapable ball,
like finding happiness is a theft.
Some have a pocketful of sunshine,
it's not a crime,
having good luck is fine,
it does not even cost a dime.
Why ask yourself ‘why me',
good luck is not pruned,
bad luck is not bound to be,
and it's not an everlasting wound.
take us away,
there's no way,
because many lives are out of shape.
The time comes...
Suddenly the rain drops begin to disappear,
dark clouds begin to fade away,
in the (now) , sunny day,
more sunshine starts to appear.
A spark of light,
Starts to flow out our hearts,
It becomes so bright,
like a spark of arts.
It's like a casual day,
in a way,
but not a total day of failure.
A day of confessions,
a little happiness,
and a difficult daily life decisions.
It's what makes up all normal days,
In many different ways,
In the morning, noon, and night,
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