Things could be worse
Or they could be better
But whenever
I think about it
I think first
Of what could be worse
If things were better
I could not complain
So then again
I’d not be happy
Just the same
For if I could not complain
Then that of which
I could not do
Would just as soon
Bother me too
Therefore, if I am asked
How am I
It seems to me
I ought to reply
That things are worse
But I am fine
garychildress 