SOME DAYS
When you wake up
You’re fully charged
Cant wait to get moving
Still the same fumbling around
With the coffee
Nevertheless a purpose
Floating around
Raw clay still
In the wrapper
Wednesday it wasn’t
Like that
It was a block of cement day
The beans wound up
All over the counter
Skip forward
How did it turn out
Was it a come from
Behind victory
The last shot at
The buzzer
Did the bus break down
In the way to the game
Is that even important
I look for the smile
At the end of each day
I don’t stop and say
Are we going to smile
Not like that
The smile is beyond
My control
It appears or not
On any day
Storm or sun
At its own pleasure
It means something different
Every time
Or has no meaning
And just shows up
Life’s pleasure comes
In small doses some say
For me it’s the smile
A friend winking
At you
