It was Monday when it happened, I had no ink in my pen.
I had just sat down and I had to get up again.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Tuesday when it happened, my microwave broke.
My food came out mushy and my kitchen filled with smoke.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Wednesday when it happened, the sky breathed snow.
I headed outside to shovel as the mounds began to grow.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Thursday when it happened, I had too much to drink.
I woke up sore and dizzy, my head too cloudy to think.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Friday when it happened, the day I crashed my car.
The air bag crushed my bones; the shattered glass gave me a scar.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Saturday when it happened, cancer befriended my aunt.
I visited her in the hospital, bringing balloons and a plant.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Sunday when it happened, I had the sweats and chills.
In attempt to fix my temperature, I took too many pills.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and that was my last day.