Worry

I’ve found that it’s not so inconvenient To live with eyes closed from time to time Towards my troubles I'm becoming lenient In the appalling news I cannot change a line So it does seem to me counterproductive If I’d worry if we're cheaply bought and sold If I sought a remark that eases the distructive Troubles they send to share with the world There’s only one thing I keep wondering about My darling waits for me out in the summer breeze Since she has gone my days I have to count I worry whether she will recognize it's me..