A WORRY WART
I am not usually a worry wort but worry has a way
Of sneaking in uninvited to try and spoil your day,
Something nagging in your mind unwilling to go,
Even a bright day seems dull when worry does show.
Lurking like a predator waiting to bring you down,
As if then in misery you feel you ought to drown,
When young I could work very hard and send it away,
But when ill health and age creeps up it’s harder I’d say.
Yet gained wisdom should be a real and true friend
Remembering worry does not help things to ever mend,
So before the worry depresses me I will pray to have it gone
And then another battle over Satan I will again have won.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 April 2006