The Warts Of Worry

Things have a way of working out.

Said the blind man to the tramp.

Ain’t all crippled or gibbled up.

Life’s a pain but just a cramp.

You can walk it out.

You can talk it out.

Life will listen to your fear.

Life will paint that fear

In a scene so dear

It will find you here

Life will dissappear

And leave you hanging.