Show IT COULD BE WORSE dy DOUGLAS MALLOCH HOW H OW dear a roof when day days arc are raining bow fair a fire when nights are to cold I 1 why N hl cant clint we count the joy jo TI re mulling mul cing life RIB leaves it little cold gold I 1 know we did not know the acas meal ure of joy when ahen only joy was here her for we wo must loso 1060 a 9 little treasure defore before the rest is really dear we walk unseeing through the doter we puss pass unnoticed ilowe and tree and then we find the summer a over and autumn here and then we see rm old the autumn dayi days surround me no clover now no tree no flow now r out but surely something I 1 bare found me to give me comfort in this hour hou we impend our 11 lives res like spending loucy for little joys for new delights delight who N ho needs a ore when days are ire sunny or needs a root roof on summer nights and yet I 1 never knew a brother who say it could be worse 11 it always seems somehow or other life leares leaves a little in the purse a PC 1131 1932 |