The trouble with trouble is, often it comes
When we most least expect it
Keeping us mindful that in-between it
We should notice and respect it
The trouble with trouble in all its storms
No matter what the season
Is that it often does not inform
Us of its rhyme or reason
The trouble with ills and spills and bills
The trouble with The Uncertain
Is that it tests our inner will
And who we look to when we’re hurtin’
The trouble with trouble, I’ve come to guess
If it makes anything clearer
Is that it makes our happiness
Seem ever all the dearer
© Janet Martin
"The trouble with ills and spills and bills" ...YES.
ReplyDeleteAnd YES, to popping something wonderful into someone's mailbox. :)