Worries

Worries are not a gift The soul they do not lift, They cause wrinkles and grey hair Which as a badge you must wear. When you ever feel depress When you have to much stress, That's all that worries give As long as you live. It's a torment to suffer with thoughts With troubles and anxieties as your crops, You sow what you will reap And worries just causes the soul to weep. I have worries no more I threw them all out my front door, My worries were money and wants and ale All created by a female. I was given worries I never needed The advice of others I never heeded, I kept a worried condition and feeling Now, I am healing. Worries I can now give or take But, them now I just forsake, Once again I am worry free As I see the strength given to me. Randy L. McClave