30 Aug 2016 – Worry

Stats seem our strong suit,
not so much foretelling fates –
though that’s a business
everyone free-lances at –
saints call it “worry.”

My mom, for instance.
Twenty years of needless stress!
An endless anguish,
worried who would care for her –
dad predeceasing.

And all that wasted!
Turns out she was first in line
to greet the reaper,
falling down in harvest days
of chill December.

So where’s the wisdom
second-guessing days of doom
you just can’t count on,
churning years of joy ahead
to disappointment?