Good Day

Good Day short poem

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Hoping for more good days.
Wishing that everyday was like today.
Filled with joy and excitement.
But containing the sorrow and sadness.

Good days come and go.
Containing both the joy and sorrow.
Some containing more than the other.
But each a moment.

None even close as what I felt that day.
The excitement, the joy, the sorrow.
Each day is different,
A new experience.

I wait,
Hoping to have a day like that again.
One filled to the brim with the joy I felt that day.
But not today.

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Veeraraghavan
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The writer of this Poem is very optimistic that all days will be like today.
And that is very good.

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