Answer To Anxiety

The voice of death tho a whisper still If exercised is loud and shrill A couple of coins & sign the line May just buy you a little time Library’s filled with ancient tomes A lot of stories of the unknown On going tales of lore Their to impress the present whore Two bits to cover the eyes A few roses to deodorize A Constant rattle to the soul can create more havoc than you know With A few scriptures recited well Place a dollar bet and you’re out of hell From our minds the hero’s rise Revealing how we lived our lives Speaking in circles nipping our tails Creating enough wind to billow a sail The flag of glory is beyond repair Yet plainly visible to all who dared This is to Francis& Keith & The Captains of thrift ANSWERS TO ANXIETY