COMPLAINING

Sure, this world is full of trouble -

I ain't said it ain't.

Me, 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)