Getting Up For A Better Day

I don’t get up every day, thanking and praying

For a sad day as, no one is foolish enough

To make penances for and work hard towards

A saddening life

There are different tastes, there are different days

Every day is the promise of another day

Although, life’s predictions somehow

Is not what we have been expecting

But we do get up for a better day

As there needs to be a night after each hard day

There needs also, to be a day, after

The frightening nightmares

So, with that irrevocable vow; there is a conviction

That this day is going to be at most, elating

To travel through

It pulls my strength; I get off the bed

Hopes high, my day is getting better

Hope, of getting a better rewarding day

Delivers and provide freedom

From the clutches of solitary dejections

Hope, though sometimes, the last trump card

That provides a permanent impression that

We are winning in the end; victory is close.