The everyday, illuminated
WORRY
Life, observed in full colour.
Read the complete poemI have no love, I'm worried,
Wishing for it so I'm in worry,
Yet if I get it I'll be worried,
As I'm afraid of losing it.
Life is a worry,
And there is no change to say sorry,
Birth is a worry,
For death we are sorry.
If I'm not worried,
Still I'm worried,
For there's no worry,
So, I'll always be worried.
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