Messy Days

A messy day with rain 

And too many mistakes 

An uphill struggle 

And knee pain. 

Malaise descends 

And shows an urge 

To hang around for days 

And no desire to be 
Quickly tidied up 

With a brush, a pan 

And a positive attitude. 

I walk down the hill 

And past the cemetery 

Where the rows of graves 

Remind me that 

These Messy Days 
Should also be cherished.