Sad Days Poem by Daniel Miltz
Sad Days
It's a pitiful day out
Don't know, what to say
Not to fraught
Lip and pout
Till the break of day
Feel it shout
Days, I tot a plot
Any which way
Hit the jackpot
Days it's not
That won't stay
Sad days naught
Finally, got aforethought
Skylines, cheery, gay
More often than not
Begin to sprout
It's finally okay
I'll figure it out
What this was about
© daniel miltz
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