work

How true it is when I am sad,

A little work can make me glad.

When frowning care comes to my door,

I work a while and fret no more.

I leave my couch harassed with pain,

I work, and soon I'm well again.

When sorrow comes and vain regret,

I go to work and soon forget.

Work soothes the soul when joy depart,

And often mends a broken heart.

The idle mind soon fills with murk,

So that's why God invented work.

J.W. Thompson

work is good

the more idle you are

the bigger your problems seem