Every day we worry about one thing or the other.
We get anxious as life can smother
We feel uneasy here and there, distressed
with all the others, with all the rest.
We get upset with him or her
we upset ourselves and make life a blur
We concern ourselves with things not ours
So we feel unhappy for countless hours
We feel agonized by past present and future
A hurt that can’t be fixed by a suture
We cause anguish and sorrow
And will be worse off tomorrow
We sigh, pine, brood and mope
We kill off our own hope
So we make a fuss, complain and grumble
We so often forget how to be humble
We whine and yet we understand not
To FRET gets you no where
It puts you on the spot
Do not FRET, you are already there

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