It was one of those days. One of those days <br />when the mirror smiled back and the wardrobe reached out <br /> <br /> <br />and said, 'Wear this, it suits you! '... One of those days <br />when my hairstyle worked, first attempt. A day <br /> <br /> <br />when the uncut grass in the garden was lush <br />(and no longer unkempt.) One of those days... <br /> <br /> <br />when the traffic lights all turned green as I passed <br />and the streets were all full of potential friends... <br /> <br /> <br />a day when the trees were heavy with gold, <br />(and not dying leaves) and the hands of the clock <br /> <br /> <br />swept round its face and kept time with my song <br />and I danced, right through one of those days.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuff-and-nonsense-one-of-those-happy-days/
