Not A Care In The World Poem by Claire Abbott

The breeze blowing through my hair,
Sun setting across the glistening sea
I don't have a care in the world.

The birds singing in the trees,
The clouds turning pink,
I don't have anything to worry about.

My life is mine,
It's what I have made it.
I've changed and turned it around.
Now I don't have a care in the world.

Like a child skipping through the grass,
My mind wanders and slips into sleep,
Restful well deserved peace.

For I have conquered my own troubles,
I have fought my fears,
And now I don't have a care in the world.