Stress

A knot in your stomach and your health in a mess And it has been somewhile since you've known happiness And your worrying over problems do not make them less And your life is controlled by the thing known as stress. I once knew a young woman and she not unlike you Had problems in plenty and few happy moments knew But her bottled up stress gnawed at her inside And she developed cancer and in her thirties she died. Her worrying did not make her stress go away And her children they still mourn her passing today Her problems not that big but she made them great And when her cancer was diagnosed for her 'twas too late. The sheer stress of living on many take toll It eats at your heart and it gnaws at your soul By worrying you only can make yourself ill And if old age doesn't take you then stress surely will. His business not doing well the tycoon felt sad When he thought of the good times and the success he had And when he took his own life due to unhappiness He became another statistic of stress. It gnaws at your stomach, your heart, soul and brain And the more that you worry the more strength it gain And it kills off your humour and your laughter suppress That horrible bug that we all know as stress.