Bad Day

Every morning, wothout doubt I will say,
"Surely, today will be a good day."
And just like that, the day begins.
And I expect it to be full of joy and grins.
And every day, without fail,
Sadness follows, always the same tale.
I start out with a smile, and I guess it
stays for a while... But when things go
wrong, I deem it a bad day. And unknowingly
decide that it shall stay that way.

But when the bad things are all you see
Then bad is what your days will be destined to be.

If all that you think of is the bad, the good never
even had a chance. Don't limp, dance! You are
the one who chooses how it will be.
There's always plenty of good to see!

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