Day of Our Life
A vast city located in center of a land,
filled with passersby and unknown faces from a clan,
this is all when it began.
As I roamed around inside this huge city planning to visit my mother,
I got a phone call from my older brother,
telling me to drop off the letters for my father.
I told him I drop it off later on the day after the visit,
but he replied and called me an useless idiot.
Ending the phone call with a depressing sigh,
I decided to let it go by,
since he always enjoy acting like a tough guy.
As I strolled from street to street,
I saw a guy admitting his defeat.
A girl crossed her arms like she doesn't care,
everyone around had stopped to stare.
It was another of those relationship crisis,
which always seems to be lifeless.
As I make my departure,
the crowd is getting larger.
My phone ring out of the blue,
it a call from the bakery of fondue,
reminding me to pick up the order of Tiramisu.
It is my mother's birthday today.
Maybe I should also get her a Blue Jay.
But the bird store is about to close anyway.
I called my sister to see where she is,
it seems like she is still stuck in her business.
Hoping she is getting off from work soon,
a child near me is crying to his mother for a cartoon.
I watched for a moment,
and the store owner came out smoking.
I left quickly before the air becomes polluted,
that's when my money got looted.
I shouted at the mysterious running thief.
Jeez!
I chased him down while gripping my phone tightly,
realized this week hasn't been so finely.
As I caught up and crashed the person down,
everyone started to surround.
Mistaken her as a man when I took off her baseball cap,
her hair loosen and she snapped.
I realized it was an old friend,
who always fall upon one of today's trend.
She pulled a prank,
made me chased her all the way in front of a bank.
As we laughed it off and part ways,
she gave me back my money and some of hers anyways.
When I realized that happened,
she disappeared and I couldn't imagined.
I turned around and realized it was time,
made my way to my mother's house after getting a bottle-drink of lemon lime.
Everybody arrived and gathered,
including my older brother, father, and my older sister.
The celebration started,
and she has been greatly rewarded.
It was a great time,
as the bells started to chime.
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