By Gordon   

The possibility of one,
Vary the possibility of none.
Worry in the mind weighs more than a ton.
Life of greatness may be gone.
The last of everything I have
Can be gone and become everything I had.
To my wants,
To my needs,
Depend on the hope of possibility.
Blinded by things I wanted to see,
Could lead to me losing everything.
I worried
I stressed
In the end I could be blessed,
To take in and learn what's best,
I can give my mind a rest.

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