Poem about a person who has a lot of anxiety.

I’m worried about the future.

I’m worried about the past.

I’m worried about the present.

I  must get out of these worries fast.

There’s so much to do.

Time just ticks away.

I’m feeling all stressed out.

There’s no  time to play.

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Will I have a job tomorrow?

Will I make my house payment too?

Oh darn I almost forgot,

My utilities bills are due.

I’m anxious to the max.

It’s a scary proposition.

Living my life this way

With a hundered different missions.

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