Bad Days Perish

Sometimes you sigh;
frown on that face.
Sometimes you cry;
pride leaves no trace.

We all lose hope,
from time to time.
Forget to cope;
not all sublime.

Desires to quit,
sooth itchy feet,
begin to hit -
without a beat!

Must not neglect
ultimate goals.
Embers so perfect;
sparking our souls

Bad days descend,
so full of doubt -
like a dead end -
moments of drought.

Bad days perish.
So skill endowed -
much to cherish.
Don't sigh; be proud!

Rhyme scheme: ABAB
Syllable count: 4 per line (apart from line 15, which is 5 syllables)
Inspiration: the unhappiness everyone feels with their jobs sometimes.