I look in the mirror.
I wipe the hair out of my face.
Everything says it.
It’s going to be a bad day.

I look at the clock.
I have to rush or I’ll be late.
I put my jacket on.
By now it starts to rain.

I take a right turn but my bike goes left.
I fall in the mud and try not to get upset.
I wonder why I even got out of bed.
It’s a bad day, and I’m late again.

When I thought it could never be worse.
I deleted some important files at work.
By now I feel like crying, I need some coffee.
Walk over to get some and it falls all over me.

Back on my bike and heading home.
Thinking about what else can go wrong.
Then I open the door and you just hold me.
Ask about my day, and say you love me.
And I look at you, and all I can say is.
“This day couldn’t be better for me”