Bad Days

A poem about bad days

Bad Days

Some days you hear cries.

Or hear about when a person dies.

Or when you get sent to your room.

All of these are heirlooms.

These days make you feel bad.

And make you really sad.

Days like this are when the sky isn't clear.

These days make you shed a tear.

Author's Note

Good right! I made sure it rhymes so it does.