Where's the sense in a-hurryin'?
Aye, what's the fuss, says I —
Them that worried their lives to death
Are the same that others are buryin'.
Them that relaxes and lays on a cot
Are peaceful, and mild, and kind;
You can't say the same for the hurriers —
Suffice it to say, they are not.
Them that are frantic, and worry,
Only cause more gentle folks stress;
To their grave is where they hurry,
But I take my time, more or less.
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 6:30 AM UTC
Where's the sense in a-hurryin'?
Aye, what's the fuss, says I —
Them that worried their lives to death
Are the same that others are buryin'.
Them that relaxes and lays on a cot
Are peaceful, and mild, and kind;
You can't say the same for the hurriers —
Suffice it to say, they are not.
Them that are frantic, and worry,
Only cause more gentle folks stress;
To their grave is where they hurry,
But I take my time, more or less.