Hope your day goes good

poem by: Elizabeth J White
Written on Apr 25, 2015

So yesterday was not to great, the mailbox full of bills and you were running late.

Rude people at the store, you got a few things, but needed more.

Someone called you a name you wanted to cry, but you restrained just wanted to die.

Someone hurt your feelings and never said they was sorry one bit.

You tried to be patient, nothing seemed to fit.

But for today I wish you good things as a new sun shines down.

May you be blessed with laughter and love and great friends all around.

Maybe at the store today someone will hold the door opened and tip their hat to you

maybe someone who hurt your feelings will say, "I'm Sorry!" and mean it true.

Maybe today, you'll regain faith in your fellow man, and if you have troubles with your car

someone is there to lend a hand.

I know bad days, I've had them many times along the way, So here is my wish for you

That today, is your good day.

May you get a compliment on that pretty shirt you wear, and may someone notice the different way you
styled your hair,
may someone notice the work you've done to get off the weight, and be so proud of you
acknowledge and don't hate.

So I'm just a person , and don't always do everything I should, but here is my wish for you.
I sure hope your day is good!

 

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A previous user commented:
Wow, this should be hanging on my fridge. I feel better already. I will have a good day thanks!
Milton Robertson commented:
Outstanding Elizabeth This poem out a Good feeling inside. Just to say, Have a Good Day.
Robert Folland commented:
Very nicely written :)
Elizabeth J White commented:
thank you Ellen and Milton thank you so much
Christopher Russon commented:
Such a nice poem.
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 08, 2017 at 10:08pm
Love this poem....you sound like a nice person...

 

 

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