Poem:

As we live our lives,

There are bound to be

Little worries we shouldn’t

Let loose on a spree.

It could be far worse –

Far worse than we think

That somehow we stand

On some perilous brink.

Indeed, without doubt,

There are ups and downs

That synchronize with

Our laughter’s and frowns.

Twinges of pain

And discomfort are such

That require no need

For a prop or crutch.

Consider the heavy,

Life-threatening woes

Of those who know

No sweet repose.

So, let little worries

Out of the way,

And walk in the sun

Each precious day!