“ A Worried Mind ” ~ despite ample tries ~

I haven’t time
For worried mind,
Nor am the type
To fuss about,
With niggling tripe
Gives in to doubt,
As would the sort
Just lets tarry
To state of dread,
Instead abort
Before you’re led,
Where devil bids
To worry your head…

Hence concern not
On things a pity,
One exercised
To pass the buck
Of responsibility,
Who’d but surmise
You’d find no cause,
To scrutinize
Anxiety’s worry,
Despite ample tries
Save trying wise,
Shun a worried mind!

– ode to whom ideate –

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” To Reinvent ” ~ one more time ~

 

Life tends imply

It be no longer,

Than a wink

Or a wave goodbye,

So reach to think

Of years lucent,

As time wears thin

And soon be spent,                   

When soul therein

Suggest ones done

From life now spun,

Hence without fuss

Foster what ye must

For one more time,

Thus so to reinvent!