An early poem of mine, but has some of the most meaning for me.
No need to worry; often said,
Yet still to worry the mind is lead.
If all that’s owned is anxious thought
Then sure, without, we do have naught.
Thus uncontrolled becomes the need,
For mind on worries to just feed.
Now need to worry becomes the key,
To this horrid irony.
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