Sometimes comes “that” day
When nothing goes your way.
Frustration’s here to stay,
And your doubts come out to play.
Allow me just to say
This all will pass away.
While the present seems so gray,
There won’t always be dismay.
No go without delay
Into the future, come what may.
Dead car, sick baby
Life is still so very good.
I am still grateful.
Some days, it all just hits the fan.
Doesn’t matter what you plan.
The whole thing seems to go awry,
And leaves you with a need to cry.
But that’s okay, it’s not so strange.
Life often makes us rearrange
The plans we lay so cautiously.
Sometimes it’s done obnoxiously,
But if we somehow find a way
To flow with a disruptive day,
We may look back with grace and see
That all was as it had to be.