A poem about life. Written by Douglas Malloch. Can you figure out this poem meaning? Poem 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? For more poems, check out the poems catalog page.
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