Worry

Why do I worry?

What purpose 

does it serve? 

All it does

is get on my

last nerve. 

From day to day

living in fear

Some are things far

Some are things near

The future, the present

So much to think

from a big thunder storm

to a single blot of ink.

It's such a waste

such time

and such energy

going down the drain

with every

panic

headache

and every alarm. 

It's time that I rediscover

Life's little charms. 

The good times

the wonders

and all of the fun.

That when I was a child

it had only begun. 

Sometimes a problem

can only be solved

by ridiculous words

and happiness evolved. 

Because the worry

all comes from me

only I can discover

what will set me free. 

So waste not

worry not

and try to enjoy

the life that you have 

and the thoughts you employ.