Why Agonise What Tomorrow Brings Poem by Mark Heathcote

Why worry, child, why cry,
Why panic on your way to school?
Clinch every friendly hand that comes your way,
Never let one day getaway.

Why anguish, burning in fire
Why fear a brush with death,
Embrace life's purple rosy briar
The thorn, all it can possess.

Why agonise; what tomorrow brings
Why distress at the sorrow of your demise
Look, look into my eyes
See how my smile can't be marginalised.

Why torture your selves with remorse
Why wrestle with your consciousness
This jigsaw isn't ready for completeness
Much better to stay happily divorced.