My Worry

A little bitty worry
Started early in the day;
By noon it seemed my worry hovered,
standing in my way;  
The things and thoughts I should have had
Got buried in my mind,
Until my little worry turned 
Into the horrid kind.  
By bedtime I was frantic - What to do, oh what to do!
And then I couldn't go to sleep,
For worrying - fretting, too.
By morning I was almost sick,  
When suddenly and soon,
My worry had been all worked out
Before the toll of noon;
Then I looked back and saw my worry
Just for what it was -  
A thing that didn't happen,
As a worry seldom does. 
 -Bonnie Daisy Nelson