A Pessimist's Day

A sunny day, a cloudy one to me, Another bill to pay, all out of cash. Another empty pot, that's all I see, A meal that's nothing but a smudge of ash. A winter's snow to freeze my hands and feet, A filling with the pending sense of doom. Another morning, cold, without any heat Sometimes you wonder why so full of gloom? A barking dog or two will ward off sleep A gang of children play, another noise. Another mountain, climbing awful steep, whatever happened to the quiet toys? A gossip tells her tales behind my back Sometimes the feeling of a mirror crack't.