Some days the world is too much here

Some days the world is too much here,
But other days it seems less queer
So we feel we can cope with life
And optimism is rife

Some days we have  the happier moods
But other days   are short of love
We accept the weathered soul
As our own goal

Some days I have an aching heart
I lie in bed,don’t wish to start
Then I need  a cup of tea
And I am me.