NO WORRIES
Whatever "IT" is,
It's not drought nor disease
Your door's not been darkened
By either of these
It's not hunger, nor want
You've not missed a meal
Something was there to nourish
Though, perhaps, not ideal
You're not waiting for rescue
Nor seeking relief
Sleeping under tarp
On a cold, and hard street
The destruction you see
Is by way of TV
Distant innocents cry,
"Why's this happening to me?"
No, whatever IT is
It isn't a quake
No disaster that you must substantiate
You've just opened your eyes
You're not wracked with pain
And the first thing you're inclined to do
Is COMPLAIN?
Or fret?
Or worry?
Why IS it that we
Forget to be grateful, so easily?
No missiles, nor bombs rain overhead
You're not scrounging through rubble
For a crust of bread
Nor sifting through what's left
Of all that you had
Look around!
What you DO see
Should make you quite glad!
Just stop, take a moment
Assess and compare
Your condition HERE, with
What's happening THERE
Look around!
Whatever "IT" is for you
Is a far cry from what
Many others go through
You woke up
Let's start there
So many did not
You could move on your own
Consider your lot
You flipped switches; turned faucets
And everything works
Time to tear down that place
Where anxiety lurks
And makes you lose sight
Of your fortunate state;
Not cast bad thoughts aside
And procrastinate
Turn the molehill "IT" is
To a mountain of doubt,
So you can see you've nothing
To worry about
VRWc2024
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