It's Fine Today

- Douglas Malloch

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? 

If I Could Just Get Organized

- Douglas Malloch

There may be nothing wrong with you,
The way you live, the work you do,
But I can very plainly see
Exactly what is wrong with me.
It isn’t that I’m indolent,
Or dodging duty by intent;
I work as hard as anyone,
And yet I get so little done,
The morning goes, the noon is here,
Before I know, the night is near,
And all around me, I regret,
Are things I haven’t finished yet.
If I could just get organized!
I oftentimes have realized
Not all that matters is the man;
The man must also have a plan.

With you, there may be nothing wrong
But here’s my trouble right along;
I do the things that don’t amount
To very much, of no account,
That really seem important though
And let a lot of matters go.
I nibble this, I nibble that,
But never finish what I’m at.
I work as hard as anyone
And yet, I get so little done,
I’d do so much you’d be surprised,
If I could just get organized!