OUR WORRIES
Our worries stay very manifold. Primarily, however, we may remain worried about worry itself. So many worries seem to bombard us, and the events that surround us may seem so conducive to extra worrying, we soon may be practically screaming: "Why so much worrying? Give us a truly large session of rest and of relaxation!"
Our worries, though, won't soon seem likely to diminish, nor to attenuate. I've noticed a very salient worry lately. That worry actually might seem centered and focused on something besides mere worry itself. (My point of reference I now probably will not attempt to name specifically.)
Our worries tend to intensify and also, at least in terms of their individualities, to do certain kinds of disappearing. Meanwhile, years and months ebb and flow, and we seem very destined not to do any great enduring. A definitely sheer mere fact, though and however, has to be that our lives are bound to be repeatedly hurt and afflicted. Each affliction may include plenteous uncertainty and much, much, much worry.
I may be worrying and reworrying right now, in regard to this -- this aggregation. These vocables may be tending toward forming something at least somewhat like recognizable argumentation, fluency, and coherence; however, I somehow may sense and realize the impossibility involved. I also may not ultimately care hugely as to whether any of this manages to transcend unmattering forms of sad and sorry muttering. Some aspects of me, though and however, may long to be at least slightly in some realm of communication. I doubt, however and though, whether any use of human language can be fully valid as anything but sound or noise. Oooh!

Dear **Karen**: Our worries should scurry,
yet more must arrive in a flurry.
Before very long
my only true song
advises me >> "HEY, YOU STUNG JURY!"

Your worry is a worry to me, Bruce. Personally, I have given up worrying as a bad job. I don't worry anymore!

(Oh dear! I hope Bruce isn't offended by my comment. ....Perhaps I should have written it differently......worry, worry....)

Dear **Eunice**: I worry enough
to welcome few parts of life's guff.
All comments must sting me
as facts quickly bring me
toward noticing I remain grrrrrufff!

Oh dear you do worry me, Bruce - what are you worrying about.

A worried, Jo x

It is easy to say I know, but don't worry Bruce Whatever will be, will be

Dear **Jo** & **Doreen**: I shan't worry
that sorrows occur in a flurry.
[The best thing to do
involves all the woo
inherent when veggies rescurry!]