Worry

Worry
By Kern F. Little

dad would
pray his
rosary
mom would
go shopping
I would
bounce a
basketball
all day long

why do
we worry
isn’t it
easier to
except our
fate and
move on

except that
sometimes
bad things
happen to
good people

try not to
fret
try not to
scurry
try to keep
your heart
in check
and yes
my dear
try not to
shed a tear

I don’t
know why
I look
for an
answer
look for
a reason
why
because
at fifty
some I still
worry
and continue
to ask why