Pamela lutwyche

Rookie - 24 Points (30.01.1953 / Birmingham)

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.

Comments about Worring by Pamela lutwyche

  • Tom BalchTom Balch (10/13/2008 6:03:00 PM)

    I always feel for those that worry, look only for the good,10+Chin Up Tom (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 9, 2010

[Report Error]