Stepped out early this morning
The screen door slams onto the porch
As I commenced to toss my worries
Out into the waiting World

I know the World in it's spinning
Could use them better than me
And now that it has a hold of them
I can finally be free

They weren't much of nothing
Simple bills and state of my health
Most all the other worries
The World has for itself

With cruel man's *******
And all the civil unrest
There's the feeling it's losing
Most of itself at best

Not to mention pollution
Of both its land and its sea
Yes I think the World has
A lot more worries than me

So what's a few more tossed in
From my screen door opening
As I step out this morning onto the porch
And toss mine into the wind