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Show I ONE oFTHOSE DAYS By DOUGLAS MALLOCH I UST one of those days when the J world and its ways Seem so harsh, seem so hard, seem so little to praise; When the work that we do seems a thins; never through, Never looks just the way that we wanted it to ; There is nothing so wrong, neither sob, neither song, It's Just one of those days that just happens along. Just oue of those times when a word never rhymes. When the life that we lead seems just dollars and dimes. When the world is so still, neither good, neither ill, Not a scene has a smile, not a thought has a thrill ; There is nothing so sad, there Is nothing so glad, It's just one of those days we so often have had. Just one of those hours neither sun, neither show'rs, Like a lake without waves, or a path without flow'rs ; But the world isn't o'er, over now evermore, It shall blossom again as It blossomed blos-somed before. For tomorrow our gaze to the peaks we shall raise. And shall know that today was just one of those days. . 1933. Douglas Malloeh. WNTJ Service. |