Whenever something unusually rotten (not flat-out bad) happens, a lyric pops into my head “My life flows on in endless song/Above earth's lamentation.”
It’s from the folk hymn How can I keep from singing?
I am sure Mom will be pleasantly surprised to know I think of a song that more or less affirms the triumph of goodness.
At least she will till she hears my next line.
The real lyrics read, “I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn/That hails a new creation.”
My version goes, “I guess my life is not the worst/But it sure is no vacation.”
I like mine.
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