Those Were The Days by Alia De Jesus

Do we enter the world in the same way?
A small body with everything attached,
Living every second day after day
With some days that are repeated and matched.
At times, alone and abandoned out there,
Thinking the cold, cruel world is against you
With regrets and mishap done with no care,
And our eyes observe to only see through.
But there are days that are filled with delight,
We wake up feeling revived and blissful,
Like everything will be fine and all right,
Then you think the world isn't so woeful.
Though our lives can get difficult and glum,
We still have many news days to come.