The Lament of a Worried Man
Why do I seem to spend my life
Coping with this stress and strife?
Living with this daily grind
I think I'm going to blow my mind.
I wake each day to a surprise
To find that I am still alive.
Then rush to catch the early train
And find I've missed it once again.
Because I have to earn my pay
I stand this hassle every day.
Why have I joined this daft, mad race
Rushing around at such a pace?
Why do I do it? I'll tell you,
I need the money, bills are due.
Why! Just last week my doctor said,
"Slow down friend, or you'll be dead.
Cut down on sugar, eat less fat,
Don't drink so much" and things like that.
No cigarettes. Well that's a joke!
I just cannot afford to smoke.
And if I die some great buffoon
Will ask, "Why did he go so soon?"
Then keeping up with folks next door
Just won't matter any more.
Still friends will say when I'm dead,
"'Twas such a quiet life he led."
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Simple Rhymes - By Ruby N Ramsell
PoetryThis is the first collection of poems that my great grandma wrote, I never knew her, she passed before I was born. There are two booklets of poems that she authored, the second of which is dated 1995, I believe the first was printed a couple of year...
