A WORRY WORT
‘Don’t worry’ I told her, ‘things will be fine’
‘I always worry, it’s in this makeup of mine’
She said with worried look wringing her hands,
I thought that worry worts are a special brand.
‘Why worry about things you can’t change’ I said,
‘Put some happy thoughts into that young head,’
She sighed a deep sigh of deep sorrow and woe,
‘It’s worrying that through my long life I must go’
‘Trust in yourself and others and in the good Lord,’
But this concept of thought or each simple word
Seemed to upset her, and was unable to understand
That worry was lack of trust in every ones hand.
A worry wort seems to worry for no reason at all,
Is it a way of getting sympathy, having someone call
To offer comfort and help, or feel it’s the thing to do
And that the world is out to get them all life through.
I try not to worry, for it does not help in any way,
In fact it makes things seem worse through any day,
Concern and caring instead can help those around
And keeps your mind occupied healthy and sound.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson March 8, 2003