Some Days

This poem is about the different days we could have.

Some days are the same as before,

some days are different.

Some days are bad, and some days are good.

Some days can be weird and some days can be wild.

Some days could be perfect and some not so much.

No matter what kind of days you can have,

every day is what you make it.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. :)

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

You got to make every day count no matter what happens. You got it!

In line 7, I think you meant to write "kind."

[John D'alquen]

This was really good. Nice poem