When death's been knocking at your door and life it seemed was such a bore,
And you do feel that all has passed and that the good would never last,
You tend to sit and quietly ponder, staring in the big blue yonder,
Thinking of what was and is and seldom getting in a tizz.
As people come and go in life and cause you merriment or strife,
And what they say or do cause ill you but must find the 'all cure' pill,
That eases off those angry blues and waters down the doubting views.
For stress and strain are the real killer like the punchline in a thriller.
And where the zest for life is squeezed and copeing comes a big dis-ease,
I've fought the battle now and won and see that it aint been much fun,
So now I turn it off and say, TOMORROW is another day.
For anyone stressed upto the hilt with life. Mine is work and what life has dealt me recently in my personal world. Blessings to all.... :rose: