A Ode To My Poor Day Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Oh poor day, how you have been unkind,
Your hours dragged on, leaving me behind,
With every step, I felt your weight
A weight too heavy, I couldn't evade.

I woke up to the sun, with hope in my heart,
But as the hours passed, hope fell apart,
My to-do list grew longer, my energy drained,
Oh poor day, why do you bring such pain?

The rain came down, matching my tears,
As I struggled to overcome my fears,
But you showed no mercy, as you carried on,
Leaving me helpless, my strength gone.

Oh how I long for your end to come,
But I know, tomorrow will be just as glum,
For every poor day, seems to have a twin,
And I'm left wondering, when will I win?

But even in my sorrow, I must pay tribute,
To you, dear day, for all that you distribute,
You teach me patience, and resilience too,
For with every poor day, I grow anew.

So though you may be filled with strife,
I'll cherish you, dear poor day, for life,
For you make me appreciate the good ones more,
And I'll greet each new day, with an open door.

Farewell, poor day, I bid you adieu,
For your time has passed, and mine is due,
But I'll hold on to the lessons you've taught,
For even in death, your impact will not be naught.