The Rime of the Anxious Worrier

Each day I try to have a positive outlook
But the world: It seems to get me down
As I approach middle age I realise
I have developed a world- weary cynicism.
 
I don’t say this is right or good
Only that it seems to me that
Living life is rather like trying to
Thread a needle whilst blindfolded.
 
You want (I want) things to go right
But there’s so many ways they can go wrong
And so it seems to me that
Each day, each week, each month, each year
 
Is a seemingly constant and relentless battle.
There are times when I think:
I want no part in this:
I don’t know whether reality comes down to
 
God or fate.  Only I don’t enjoy it:
Don’t understand how things work;
How to make them work;
How to get on and get ahead.
 
When I try to make things work
Frequently my methods backfire:
I’ve come to expect it and so
Reality (it seems) is like an albatross round my neck.
 
I feel that I do the best I can
With the resources that I have.
But I don’t really understand the world
And don’t always want to be a part of it.
 
MDC