Chill Out
If there's something you cannot remember,
How do you know that you forgot?
If you don't know where you're going,
How do you know when you are there?
If your mind is in a quandary,
And those furrows knit your brow,
Let all the others do the worrying,
Let them all blow of steam.
Me? I'll chill out and enjoy my coffee,
With maybe a biscuit and some cream.
© Dave Timperley 27 March 2017
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2017
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