Bad Rhyme Poetry

There'll be another pretty morning,

To make you forget the anger of last night,

Yet, the fire will keep burning,

Throughout the day,

To take you further out.

Though, now I know,

When to step back,

And let people go their way,

Because this has happened far too many times now,

I know exactly what you're going to say.

So, I'll keep my anger to me,

Gladly stepping out of your way.

To find those little spots of peace,

I can find for my heart to sway,

Sooner or later,

It'll be truly a happy day.