Some days are good days. Of course, some are not.
And it's the latter I object to most.
I try my best to think of what I've got,
Within the limits where I do not boast,
And by such recollection to retrieve
The good days, when I know that I've been blessed.
But bad conditions never seem to leave
When I would want them to. I am obsessed
Sometimes with what I want but do not think
I have, and it is worst when I have it already.
For then I shudder, shiver, moan, and sink
For no good reason, when I should be steady.
So recognize I an not always right
When I'm unhappy and stay up all night.
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