Worry —What help have you ever been to me?Why then are you so ever present in my thoughts?So many journeys begin with you,Always destined to end with your friends here below.Not one thing do you add or enhanceNever improving the quality of your mind,And the fruits you bear are nought but stress and damage.How often have you misguided me,Making even insignificant problems grow,Never offering a solution,And the plain truth...