WHAT worries me and makes me blue May seem a little thing to you; But then, you see, you have a lot Of cash and bonds, perhaps a yacht -- Your bills are paid, but mine are due. You say you have your troubles, too; A jaded heart, a jaundiced view Of life? Thank heaven that is not What worries me! My heart trips light, my wife's beats true; We pluck life's roses, not its rue. And so when next you ask me what My worries are, what cares I've got, I'll answer you with courage new: "What? Worries? Me?!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH by WILFRED OWEN |