Silly As I Am


It is a concern, throbs
in and out. Seems not worthy.

I rise up thinking of it
in the mid of the night.

Sit awake the rest of the night.
It is a distress.

I address a conference with a slur
Turn a laughing stock.

While I walk, I stumble
in the course hurt my knee.

All these happen to me
as the uncertainity grows.

I may succumb to the dilemma.
Know not when.

The worry is not a serious one.
It is aging. Fear circumspects.
A natural cause.

 

 

 

 

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