Good and Ill

Some things are better than they seem to be
And some are worse; that much we all should know.
But nobody is ever worry-free,
Nor are our souls forever pushed as low
As they could be, did we allow despair.
In every cloud there is a silver lining
(Although the ratio of what is there
May be uneven) and our best designing
Still, ever, runs astray from what we plan.
My heart is never empty of the thought
That I will try to do the best I can,
But that whatever I and time have wrought
May be undone. I hold this in my mind
But emphasize the good in all I find.