Q

A gloomy little day, today it is.
One I could see it coming,
One I did not forsee.
The one I did foresee, is the one that hasn't speak.
The one I awaited to be, is the one that turns bleak.
Eleven past Five marked the one turns bleak.
Five past Eleven came the one that hasn't speak.
Little it may seem, moody indeed is.
Indeed a little gloomy, today is it.


Question to ponder -

What if "When the going gets tough, the tough gets going" becomes literal ?