Oh woe is me ☹️

Is it wrong to be a worrier
Is it bad for you
I am just like my Mam
She was a worrier too

She fretted & bothered
About every thing & more
That her nerves got wound up 
Which made her head sore

So yes I know it isn’t a good thing
It plays havoc on your mind
But what can you do about it
Not alot I find

It usually hits me like a rock
In the middle of the night
No more sleep no matter how I try
& I’m awake until its light

But things are magnified with me
In those very early hours
Made as bad as can be
With the minimum of powers

Oh how I wish I was like my Dad
He took things in his stride
My poor Mother couldn’t do this
No matter how hard she tried

So thank you my dear old Mother
I got all my traits from you
Yes I can’t stop my worrying
No matter what I try to do