A Poem: Worse

It’s the kind of day
Where the only comfort
I have is saying
Well things could be worse


day after day
hour after hour
try to lift my spirits
but still aint got the power

day after day
the minutes closing in
only thing i can say
i’m alive so thats a win


But the days change and each one has something to offer, for better or for worse. But you guys have something to hang on to, don’t ya?

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