Worries...

31/03/2021

Worries

 

Always I Will remain an optimistic,

Realistic,

Man of non pessimistic thoughts..

I just can’t help but worry in life,

Not just about mine,

My kids, 

my partners and hers,

All my family and friends,

Also my dog,

All four of her paws.

Right until lifes final fateful bend.

We’ve just found out she’s got Addisons disease,

So a new worry in my life of course.

Mans best friend.

Yet she’s meant to surpass her owners demise,

When my life ends.

4 years old and suffering,

Already had a train wreck of a life,

To get to this destination.

Loved by everyone,

Loved by all,

Even though she barks at the slightest knock on the door.

Or how she wets herself when unsure,

Luckily outside,

Or on my laminate floor.

See it’s just her nerves in her bark,

Not a single bit,

of a vicious roar.

She’s the softest and calmest dog,

That the vet had ever saw.

But that’s not like her,

As she’s a ball of energy,

Of fun loving and bounding fur!

That’s just one worry,

That in the forefront of my mind,

Has just occurred.

Worrying optimistic like,

If ever there were such a word.

Peel back one layer,

More worry.

Peel back 2 layers,

And you’ll see some more,

A layer disturbed.

If you have to,

Peel back the most painful layer,

Peel off the third.

As The deeper the depth,

The greater the hurt.

 

1St layer.

How are my kids doing at school?

Are they happy at home?

These are the thought’s, 

That plague a single parents brain.

What to do for dinner?

Will they all help,

Or is it the case,

Of me doing it all myself again?

I’ve lucky I have help,

Otherwise I’d be driven insane!

 

2nd layer.

Delving deeper into ones thought’s,

Worries slightly worse.

Like putting food in the cupboards,

Making sure my kids always come first.

Have I got enough drinks,

To quench all 4 of our thirsts?

Do I have enough money,

To simply buy my kids clothes.

Level 2 worries,

Are worries like those.

Not only that but any money debts,

And financial woes.

Anything that ebbs,

Your lifess steady streaming flow.

 

3Rd layer,

Deep,

Deeper,

To the depths of your soul,

Worrying about things That are killing you,

But doing it slow.

Thoughts you don’t mind sharing,

As it helps,

To talk a stranger,

Although all through your life,

Strangers are a no!

It is nice though,

Getting those thoughts off your chest,

Even though in your mind they still grow.

They fester,

They multiply,

They are like spores from damp mould.

Staining your mind,

With all your scars.

All the new and all the old.

The 3rd layer is where,

Your worries pains grip,

Takes hold.

Unfortunately they’ll be with you,

Until you’re dead and cold!

Let’s hope Roses hand in fate,

Isn’t yet to fold.

I can’t imagine losing her,

Yet it,

Like many of our worries,

Is out of my control!

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