I WORRY ABOUT

 

I used to be a participant

and now I am an observer.

 

I used to do

and now I watch.

 

I used to be involved

and now I am detatched.

 

I feel fortunate that

I’ve been allowed

to grow old this way

 

What I worry about is:

what will become

of the world?

 

 

I worry much less about:

what  will become of me

when I  have vanished

from my place on earth.?

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