Sure, this world is full of trouble

     I ain't said it ain't.

Lord, I've had enough and double

     Reason for complaint;

Rain and storm have come to fret me,

     Skies are often gray;

Thorns and brambles have beset me

     On the road — but say,

     Ain't it fine today?

What's the use of always weepin',

     Making trouble last?

What's the use of always keepin'

     Thinkin' of the past?

Each must have his tribulation —

     Water with his wine;

Life, it ain't no celebration,

     Trouble? — I've had mine —

     But today is fine!

It's today that I am livin',

     Not a month ago.

Havin'; losin'; takin'; givin';

     As time wills it so.

Yesterday a cloud of sorrow

     Fell across the way,

It may rain again tomorrow,

     It may rain — but say,

     Ain't it fine today?                                            -Douglas Malloch-