Worries

My mind is a town cryer
Shouting out,
“Hear ye. Hear ye.
There’s trouble coming down.”

Now Job,
That man had troubles.
And I have worries too.
The sky is falling.

So what.
Clouds are soft bundles of rain,
And with each rain,
A sky does fall.

And yet,
The sun and the moon return.

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