You get up in the morning
and that’s when it starts,
as soon as you get out of bed.
You start wishing you had stayed there.
First, you can’t find your keys
or your mobile phone
and you begin wondering
if it would have been better to stay at home.
At work, everything wants to work in reverse
and for some reason your brain
refuses to get into gear.
As the day progresses
you go on a downward slope.
The day becomes a total disaster
without any hope.
You close your eyes
and wish you had turned over
and stayed in bed,
instead of struggling through
just one of those days.
I know just how you feel David, it is as if all the world is against you and so topsy turvy too. Nice read. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
If I had written this, I would have had to title it 'every single day'. :) t x
Yeah David i think everyone has at least, just one of those days! ! ! *10*! ! Thanks for sharing! Friend Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
Ditto on 'T' comment.......EVERYDAY...cause Murphy is my best friend