Good Days

Sometimes we have good days
when everything goes our way.
Old friends we haven’t seen in ages
come back into our life.
It is a celebration time
and you feel your floating on a cloud.
Nothing can upset you
no matter what people say.
The world seems your oyster
and you wish the day
would never pass,
but sadly, all good things
come to an end.
At least until the next good day
comes along your way.

16 March 2011

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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