Some days can be dull and dreary,
Heavy, dark skies filled with gloom,
No bright promise for tomorrow,
Just hints of impending doom,
Not even one veiled prediction
Of a lighter, brighter day
When the sun will shine down, and will
Bring a few good breaks my way.
I refuse to let this bother
Me, or get me all perplexed.
I’m content to sit and ponder:
What the hell can happen next?