If you spend too much time worrying
That you'll never find love,
You probably won't.
If you spend no time worrying
That you love the wrong person,
You probably don't.
You worry 'bout this,
You worry 'bout that,
You fret yourself into a stew.
You worry you'll win,
You worry you'll lose,
You worry you'll end up on the six o'clock news.
What I'm trying to say,
As this poem evolves,
Is worry causes more problems
Than it ever solves.
Life is hard for us all,
Those who cope must be tough.
That's not to say I don't worry,
I just try not to worry
About all the small stuff.
Why sit and worry over things that seem to happen daily;
Little things that come and go that just annoy us really?
Why get angry over certain things that those around us do,
'Cause people make mistakes sometimes and life's too short to stew,
O'er things that sometimes come about without a soul to blame,
'Cept happen-stance and circumstance for want of other names.
To fume and worry constantly makes mind and body sicken.
It doesn't solve a single thing, it takes the joy from livin';
For God has deemed that rain will fall on fair and foul alike,
And what can grow without the rain as well as warm sunlight;
So take the rain and praise The Lord for sunlight and for showers,
And thank Him every day that dawns for blessings He's made ours.
Hurry and get it over with
Don’t make me wait
Please let me know now
Reveal to me my fate
Don’t take your sweet time
I don't think I can take
The unbearable pain of
Another needless heartache
Please let me know now
So I can properly prepare
So the hurt of your words
Will be a little easier to bear
Let me start my journey now
Down the road of torturous grieving
And try and get over
The reality of your love leaving
You've waited long enough
I can now see it in your eyes
No need to continue pretending
Or filing my heart with lies
Relieve your heart and conscious
And let the words of truth come out
So I can strengthen my insecurities
And replenish my self doubt.
I often worry
that I might run out of things
to worry about
I often worry
that I might run out of things
to worry about
Dont worry? Easier said than done.
Trust me it's not a bit of fun.
Days and nights consumed by thought
Of the troubles the last day has brought.
I'm scared if I don't , things won't get done right.
So I struggle each day as my brain picks a fight.
A constant reminder of each days struggles.
To live in a world where theres always problems to juggle.
Being content in life is easy for me.
It's the simple little things that won't let me be.
I have a great husband, a good job and a car.
My life has been pretty lucky thus far.
But will my brain leave me alone?
It's a real nag like a constant ringing phone.
So of course not, you see?
I think there's just something wrong with me.
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