I Worried
- I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
- flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
- as it was taught, and if not how shall
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I correct it?
- Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
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can I do better?
- Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
- can do it and I am, well,
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hopeless.
- Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
- am I going to get rheumatism,
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lockjaw, dementia?
- Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
- And gave it up. And took my old body
- and went out into the morning,
- and sang.
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