Having a Bad Day

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