You wake in the
morning
And the first thing, the very first thing
Is that a veil drops over everything.
Worrier me.
Now.
I am fine. All with me is at it should.
Comfortable and comforted and good.
But I worry.
Extended families; near and dear
There’s always something here
For me
To think too much about.
And I worry.
Oh, I know!
There’s not a lot I can do
And if there was I would!
They have all grown up and gone.
My sons are married
But there’s always something to nag me, true.
So I try and block things out, I do!
But I don’t succeed.
And so I shouldn’t.
Softee me.
And there is a reason there
And it is because I care.
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