Chin Up, It Could Be Worse

Last week I lost my grip on life,
a thousand things went wrong.
My doctor said, "Fill out your will".
The market stalled and went downhill.
My son sent home his college bill!
   I'm trying to be strong!

I thought I had control of things
until my neighbor called:
Someone stole my riding mower,
the cops are pounding on my door
exclaiming words like "Vice", "Hard Core".
   I need a Demerol!

How much more can one man take?
My luck has got to change.
But now they say my bank's gone broke,
my car insurance says "revoke".
You want a dog that's not housebroke?
   My life is just too strange!

My best friend stopped by yesterday
to talk about this curse.
He said: "Don't worry, it won't last.
Today will fade into the past.
Don't let yourself be so downcast.
   Chin up, it could be worse!"

And sure enough my friend was right.
The blues I now disperse
by thinking calm and happy thoughts,
refusing to become distraught,
resisting life's unfair onslaughts --
   and everything is worse!