Worry And Me

Worry came knocking today.

I invited her in as Rumi had suggested,

and offered her a cup of tea.

She refused the tea and began

wandering through the house.

She saw problems everywhere.

“What about this?” she asked; “What

about that?”. Finally I suggested

we take a walk and let Knox lead the way.

So we walked and she talked. I watched Knox

sniff the ground and run around

find some sticks and run and play.

By the time we got back home,

Worry waved goodbye, saying

she’d return some other day.




This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “Worry And Me

  1. Glenda says:

    And as the song writer sings “ Don’t worry, be happy!”

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