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