Worry* is a scurvy rat It is a man's main bane It chews on your self esteem It nibbles at your brain It will take your precious time Your energies will claim It will hobble your very life It will make you lame You may try to capture it But that is all in vain
Doubt is like a cancer It eats at your bones It takes breath from your very lungs It turns your mind to stone It makes you feel incomplete It makes you weep and moan Under it's all-nagging pain You will retch and groan It is resistant to all cures And you cannot atone
Fear is like a little death It turns the heart to straw It strikes like a rattlesnake With poison in its maw It's like a fascist dictator Who makes the harshest laws It can take your greatest strength Make it pernicious flaw Like a sadistic doctor With a large chainsaw!
How can a person battle Worry, Doubt and Fear? How can our lives get better? How can we have cheer? Jack Daniels has no answer It's not Budweiser beer...
It may be elusive At first just like a wraith But once you have a hold on it
The answer is our *FAITH.*
SoulSurvivor (C) 5/27/2016
Found the beginnings of this poem earlier while I was looking through some boxes (I'm cleaning an old storage area). It showed promise so I started working on it today.
This cleaning project has been taking up a lot of my time. Hopefully I'll be able to get back on the site over the long weekend.