It's Fine Today

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;
Iloms 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?

                                                                                      

                                                                                                                  by Douglas Malloch