Tuesday, November 11, 2014


Hangnails and wrinkles
All the ways that you worry
Eats you up from inside
Takes it slow, there's no hurry
The outcomes you wish for
The pitfalls you fear
A surfeit of caring
For those you hold dear
It's the wind in the trees
Of a long sleepless night
A creak on the stairs
That doesn't sound right
So do what you can
Don't worsen the mess
And resolve that tomorrow
You will get more rest