A sunny day, a cloudy one to me,
 Another bill to pay, all out of cash.
 Another empty pot, that's all I see,
 A meal that's nothing but a smudge of ash.
 
A winter's snow to freeze my hands and feet,
 A filling with the pending sense of doom.
 Another morning, cold, without any heat
 Sometimes you wonder why so full of gloom?
 
A barking dog or two will ward off sleep
 A gang of children play, another noise.
 Another mountain, climbing awful steep,
 whatever happened to the quiet toys?

 A gossip tells her tales behind my back
 Sometimes the feeling of a mirror crack't.

This is one of the poems I did for poetry class.  This is part one of a two-part assignment.  I will post "The Optimist Replys" tomorrow.