That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.

Chinese Proverb

. . .

O World, of my woes, you care not!

You are a world of woe with trouble fraught.

Worry’s hymn we often hum,

To the ceaseless rhythm of duty’s drum.

One thing seems beyond all doubt:

There is always something to worry about.

Worry’s grip on man is firm,

Within its clutches we dwell till terminal squirm.

Worry is but a symptom of concern,

With lessons to teach if one would learn.

I worry this poem I cannot complete,

I worry, these words and meaning, fail to meet.

Yet only by worry are we made aware,

Of things in life, worth our care!

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Granville D. Austin