It’s not a good day
Unless I cry
Unless I bruise my fists
Against impossible walls
And ****** my feet with trudging
To find a way around it.

It’s not a good day
Unless I hurt
From injuries both new and old
That ******* all my
Careful plans and
Render me an invalid.

It’s not a good day
Ever any more
It seems I’ve used all of them up
And only sorrow and regret
Reward the efforts I make now
In the days that I have left.
ljm