WEEK THREE POEM
                                                             THAT BAD DAY
That bad day will surely come,
That bad day is supposed to come for everyone
That bad day when my mother calls my name and i don't respond
That bad day when i lie done with my body cold and still
That bad day when my children and love ones shed tears and scream but i never hear them
That bad day when everyone feels sorry for me
That bad day when i bring everything to an end
That bad day when no one gets to hear from me again
That bad day will surely come.