What comes after a bad day? 
Something relatively better or just the same? 
Do we only appreciate the sunshine after the rain, 
or after the cold five months of winter’s pain? 

Maybe there’s a daily silver-lining, 
but I’m having a hard time trying to find it. 

I recall times when life was lofty, 
now I lay at night reflecting on them fondly. 
When the days were long, but not so daunting,
and when we were grinning softly,
before the gloom embodied us.
Tomorrow we shake it off,
and wear it in a whole new way.