Why do I worry?
Why does it eat me so?
The beetle walks along,
Where does he go?
Is he going to visit?
A friend perhaps?
Or is he simply walking?
So many questions to ask!
I worry and worry and,
Then worry some more.
Doesn't it ever run out?
Where does my worry keep it's store?
I worry about today,
Right here and now.
I worry about tomorrow,
And what has been. WOW!
Does it ever run out?
This worry of mine?
It's a story without end,
Yes, a story of THAT kind!
Where would I be without worry?
Would I still be me?
No, no, and no,
I would be happy!
I am happy,
This much is true!
But why does my worry,
Keep making me blue?
Maybe they go hand in hand,
One with the other.
Maybe it's only me...my mind,
And the voice of my mother!
Warring with my peace,
Worry ingrained deep.
My choice must be my happiness,
And the bounty that it keeps!
Written by M. White November 11, 2001
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