Sunday, December 11, 2011

Worry.


They pile on like little specks of sand,
Small and weightless at first.
But as they pour
Speck after speck,
My carefree living
Is taken captive by a seashore.
It seems silly
To be taken captive by a seashore;
But then again,
Worrying is silly too.
But I don't know what to do!
My hair is growing grey,
My bald spot is widening every day,
And I've found myself worried shirtless!
I didn't even know that worrying affected
My wardrobe!
Oh ocean of dreams,
Shall I ever sail thee again?

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6 comments:

  1. MargaretDecember 12, 2011 at 4:51 AM

    ...worried shirtless. ha! I liked the ending a lot "Shall I ever sail thee again?" Perhaps if he ever stops worrying! :)

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  2. HelenDecember 12, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    My hair is growing white and thinner by the year .. my waistline growing exponentially .... where are those damned oars???

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  3. WyomingDivaDecember 12, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    "to be taken captive" - interesting perception. Thanks for sharing!

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  4. MartinDecember 12, 2011 at 1:36 PM

    I liked "worried shirtless", too.

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  5. Brian MillerDecember 12, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    worrying affecting your wardrobe...ha...i like that...smiles...

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  6. Carrie Van HornDecember 13, 2011 at 8:39 AM

    ..."worried shirtless"....worry has always been a big struggle for me as well! :-)

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