On A Good Day Poem by The Pedestrian
On A Good Day
Does anybody know
where all those good days go?
On a good day
hand in hand
On a good day
makin' tracks in the sand
On a good day
the sea and the sun
and smiles on the faces
of everyone
Does anybody know
where all those good days go?
Somewhere deep inside
On a good day
right here with you
On a good day
all I want to do
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
True Poet: That's it?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
True Poet: Not much there
Me: No, I don't suppose
True Poet: Farewell, Pedestrian
Me: You can call me The
True Poet: Oh, okay, The
Me: Yeah, I guess.
True Poet: Not much there
Me: No, I don't suppose
True Poet: Farewell, Pedestrian
Me: You can call me The
True Poet: Oh, okay, The
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