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?
Welcome to The grey clover. My name is Mayowa. I'm a physiotherapy student. I am also a lover of Literature, Arts, Science and technology. I have several interests which includes writing poetry, photography, fashion designing and there are still much more things I hope to learn. Thanks for stopping by!
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