Worring Poem by Pamela lutwyche

Lots of things make us worry,
this is quite true.
People say don’t worry- worry,
until worry—worry’s you.

But that is a very hard thing to do,
It can get way out of hand,
It’s like one of those egg timers,
That running out of sand.

Remember you are not alone,
when it comes to worry.
Worry is a nasty thing.
It can make you very ill,
and too much worry,
well it, probably will,

Just remember one thing,
The world is a mad place,
and there is always someone,
With a worse situation,
that can wipe the smile,
off any ones face.

There is no magic potion,
You can buy from anywhere.
But, I’m sure if you tell someone your worry,
You will find they really do care.