Worry- a poem

HOW heavy to stay strong at heart,

Your mind sees all its own.

It wanders and creates the day

And thinks of the unknown.

IT travels down each winding path

And draws you on its way.

So much so that it takes your mind

Away from yet today.

TODAY will open and unfold

As it will—all along.

It’s then that we will need to find

Our center and be strong.

FOR until then, when doubt arrives and

All you do is cry,

Please worry when the worry’s due,

At least I know I’ll try.

Retm