Worry, Worry Not
Today I wondered
what is the point of life
when repetition
gives no pleasure?
Wake, work, sleep
Wake, work, sleep
Spinning plates on the top of poles
Keeping them simultaneously turning
Juggling balls in the air
Making it through the day
only to repeat tomorrow
Rolling a proverbial snowball up the hill
when pushing its weight becomes
more and more laborious
Struggling to keep it on course
Before losing control
The end of the line
Will come into focus soon enough
as this journey is almost complete
Where would this road take me
Will I become one of the demented
or perhaps tragically taken?
Will I suffer a painful Illness or treatment?
or will I be wedded to pharmaceuticals
by the handful?
Will any of these events be acceptable to me?
Will I have any choices regarding the end of my days?
The doorbell rings and shakes
me from the contemplations filling my head
My questions and concerns
gone in an instant
as the sun shines brightly from
little faces smiling up at me
Those dark and worrisome thoughts
are there for another day
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You have caught the mind spiral, Christine.
Thanks Tracy. You know i never used to be that way. I’m just getting older! 😧
A cup of tea helps. 🍵
A true assesment ❤
Yes! Why do we punish ourselves worrying over things ☺️💕
Indeed this is wrong. We also deserve happiness❤
Life certainly holds many mysteries, some darker than others. But it means a lot to have loved ones close by; they are one of many parts of life that make it worth living, I feel.
Yes you are so right Joyce. They can make your worries just disappear 🫠 ❤️
Agreed. They are a true blessing.
Some things are better left alone
You are right! I have no idea why I went there today 🙁
It’s all on how we are feeling some days.
Yes, that’s true isn’t it ☺️💕