What good is a day,
if nothing gets done,
if nothing's accomplished,
to say I'm proud of this?
What good is a day,
that's not being lived,
that's simply passed through,
without celebrating life?
What good is a day,
lived in a fog,
forgetting the meaning,
of living life to the full?
What good is a day,
wasted on worry,
filled with fear,
and marked by despair?
What good is a day,
when I feel this way?
Poetry Prompt - Write a poem using the following start: "What good is a day..."
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