and I’d sit around an’ sigh,
And think with every ache I got
that I was goin’ to die,
I’d see disaster comin’ from
a dozen different ways
An’ prophesy calamity
an’ dark and dreary days.
But I’ve come to this conclusion,
that it’s foolishness to fret;
I’ve had my share o’ sickness, but
I Ain’t Dead Yet!
Wet springs have come to grieve me
Wet springs have come to grieve me
an’ I’ve grumbled at the showers,
But I can’t recall a June-time
that forgot to bring the flowers.
I’ve had my business troubles,
and looked failure in the face,
But the crashes I expected
seemed to pass right by the place.
So I’m takin’ life more calmly,
pleased with everything I get,
An’ not over-hurt by losses, ’cause
I Ain’t Dead Yet!
I’ve feared a thousand failures
I’ve feared a thousand failures
an’ a thousand deaths I’ve died,
I’ve had this world in ruins
by the gloom I’ve prophesied.
But the sun shines out this mornin’
an’ the skies above are blue,
An’ with all my griefs an’ trouble,
I have somehow lived ‘em through.
There may be cares before me,
much like those that I have met;
Death will come some day an’ take me, but
I Ain’t Dead Yet!”
- Edgar A. Guest
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