Worried Over Me

Days in worry has me locked in a cage.
Worry myself blocked and full of rage.
Like a gun cocked and ready for rampage.
The Odds are stocked against me at this age.
Hmmmmm, Stop, focus and engage.
The real problem is my vision
Make Me a priority and have the final decision.
No more will The Worry be my destination.
Stay strong and be a survivor at length.
Live the love for yourself and drawl your strength.
No longer a prisoner of Worry and ever more now a light for others to see.
Share yourself  in this life with others and share yourself in this life of
?LoveMe?

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