To-Day Poem
We all too often brood about losing the happiness of to-day by thinking of those sorrows of yesterday that we experienced, or, worse, believing that troubles will invade our happiness of tomorrow. The art of living is in the now not in the past or worrying about the future for it is within us to carve and create a wondrous day that we have in hand. This poem reflects the essence of to-day without losing out to feelings of despair or problems that have befallen us in the past.To-Day
Sure, this world is full of trouble -
I ain't said it ain't.
Lord! I've had enough an' double
Reason for complaint;
Rain an' storm have come to fret me,
Skies are often gray;
Thorns an' brambles have beset me
On the road — but say,
Ain't it fine today?
What's the use of always weepin',
Makin' 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