Smiling by Instruments

Some days, you have to say
Were good days since you failed
To compose anything

That would have made you feel
That you’d had a good day.
A day can’t be too good

If you want to keep it
Good for good. A full day
Leaves no room for the day

To store some thing you made,
And so it’s spent—good day,
No poem, not a good day.

So this one, you could say,
By instruments, was good.