With kind hearts we listen to mans woes
for we know that men have many.
And if we tried to solve them all
pretty soon men would not have any.
All of our woes will give us strengths
as we solve them little by little.
The big ones will all soon disappear
what is left we give neither jot nor tittle.
Most have ten bottles standing on a wall
and we wander how to get rid of them.
But we find a way as we always do,
and by and by there are fewer than ten.
Problems are all there for us to solve
so let us turn them all to challenges.
And one by one with the help of a friend
we can say "I am the one who manages".
We wonder what all the fuss was about
as we sit down and shake our head.
Looking at life through a new pair of eyes
wondering why we wished we were dead.
None are as big as we make them to be
someone is always worse off than us.
As we have been there and come out fine
we say "Come on lad lets 'ave not fuss".
With understanding we take them aside,
sit them down; asking questions so subtle.
We will listen with kind sympathetic ear
until their problems are down to one bottle.
Problems, what problems you want to know,
why now they were all turned to challenges.
We took the bottles down one by one
and replaced them with vases of successes.
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