Having A Bad Day
Kids playing on the playground swing
All having fun and tried a new thing
At the last minute decided no to go
And life seemed to go into motion slow
Crossing the top bar crashing back down
Lying in a heap on the sandy playground
Trying to stand on a broken foot was pain
And reaching out, ripped a pocket in twain
Punched in the stomach took breath away
All of the sudden, having a bad day
This is how it happens most of the time
Life on the playground can turn on a dime
In the course of fun and while at play
Punched in the stomach and it’s a bad day
A phone call, a message, it’s bad news
Pain and trauma now cloud your views
Reaching out for help and finding a fist
Another blow to add to the growing list
With no breath you go limping away
This is how it happens, having a bad day