Don’t you worry, don’t you fret
The future hasn’t happened yet.
Deal with troubles when they come
Fretting don’t help anyone.
To worry is to pay a debt
That we have not incurred just yet.
May not happen, may not come.
Fretting won’t help anyone.
The past is past, it’s done, it’s gone
The future’s future not yet come.
All we have’s the here and now
And that is quite enough for now.
via Fret
A response to the Daily Prompt
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