Ain't It 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;

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?

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