Sure, A Bad Day Comes Poem by RIC BASTASA

surely bad days come
and they are not just
normal sometimes
there are too many
of them and then you

learn to live with them
just like your ordinary
good days. You say
hell, but then heaven
comes on a brand new
day like this: a perfect

timing: you are here
and i am here and
we have nothing to
do except to talk and
talk and talk and
then finally at last
we find a common
ground: we kiss and

touch each other's
soul, deeper than before.