Good Days

We all have good days
Some are not as bright
But we keep trying to smile
And hope it turns out right.

One day at a time
Each of us has heard it
But there will still be times
We sit back and say who gives a sh** .

And then we have someone special come along
Making us realize that we are not alone
It can be just a word on a page
Maybe even a sweet voice on the phone.

Don’t ever give up, just try to be patient
Realize that there are others who need it too
Maybe they need a shoulder or a voice
And the one that helps can be you.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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