It was one of those days. One of those days
when the mirror smiled back and the wardrobe reached out


and said, 'Wear this, it suits you! '... One of those days
when my hairstyle worked, first attempt. A day


when the uncut grass in the garden was lush
(and no longer unkempt.) One of those days...


when the traffic lights all turned green as I passed
and the streets were all full of potential friends...


a day when the trees were heavy with gold,
(and not dying leaves) and the hands of the clock


swept round its face and kept time with my song
and I danced, right through one of those days.

Janice Windle

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuff-and-nonsense-one-of-those-happy-days/