She worries about
everything,
real and imagined,
"what if this? What if that?"
I watched my
Mom
worry herself right
into the
grave one disastrous
December night.
My girlfriend doesn't care.
She wants me to
worry right along
with her.
And when I don't
she
gets angry.
My Dad said,
"They can kill us,
but they can't eat us."
I share this with her.
Nothing!
Just
worry, worry, worry.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2024 11:45
- Comment from author about the poem: I have combined my poetry readings with my fishing adventures on my you tube channel. Good times.
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Comments9
we just can't help it sometimes. I do believe worrying has it's limits though and not something that should ever be the death of us. 🌹 Most enjoyed dear Thomas
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
A poem full of aggition, anxiety and powerlessness. When the idle is set too high the motor burns out. Powerful words.
So very true. Thank you.
worrying achieves nothing but heartburn, and yet we are unable to let go of it...
great insight
Excellent work.
Good words Thomas.
Andy
Nice job. Excellent.
Therein lies the crux of the matter ,
Yes, for sure.
Fantastic. I'm a worrier who tries to talk myself round so can relate to both sides on this one. Cheers, Tom.
Thank you, brother. I've got better over the years. Lol
I enjoyed this poem. Lots of truth. Worry never helps. It's hard to stop sometimes, especially for those of us who were made to be responsible for things outside of our control.
Very true. Thanks for the comment.
Worrying in moderation is fine .. excessive worrying is not so good though .. I used to be one of those who would start worrying if there was not enough to worry about .. so much like the T shirt, I wore my worry beads write out and now don't give a Tom Tit .. Neville
Yes. I agree. Much appreciated.
I worry about lots of things and I think it does me more harm than good so I'm with you on this one Thomas ! Amazing work
Thank you so much.
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