Poetry, Another day

I'm sad today, but I don't know why.
My life is good, but all I can do is cry.

My thoughts play games confusing as to what I seek.
My eyes are growing dim and becoming weak.

The day will pass and I'll feel better tomorrow.
I'll smile with grace, and feel no more sorrow.

Another day will come that I will wear a frown.
I'll write poetry to keep me from being down.