Neither Rhyme Nor Reason
To some fears there's neither rhyme nor reason
No remedy or cure, nor age or season
A phone (call for a date) can weigh 1,000 pounds
A weather-beaten house, the haunt of eerie sounds
A request to speak impromptu can the stomach upset
A severe case of butterflies one can get
Some folks suffer from acrophobia
Others tremble at visions of agoraphobia
I once asked a Sage what he feared most to see
He smiled and said, "If God ever stops loving me"
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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