A Bad Day Poem by christopher fennell

A bad day is a sad day

It’s overcast outside
Wet cold and windy

You come to the window
Your breath warm and steamy

Looking thought the glass
You hear yourself asks

What is the point
Why do i bother

I walk in to the hospital
To see my poor brother

His body braking down

Nothing I can do

Apart from telling him
Buddy I’m hear for you

That is the point
That is why I bother

To help your loved one
No matter the weather

A bad day is a sad day

But with a little help

Things do get better