Life's Majestic Fun

People line up in worry queues of twaddle,

No sooner has one anxiety gone,

When up pops another... to chew upon,

Isn't there a guardian they can appoint?

To take away the unease... load and dump it in a pit,

So that, within the minds peaceful contentment,

well-being; can delightfully sit.

But where has our intellect got us, how many seconds do we waste?

Could it be we have lost our way, blind mice with nowhere to run?

Feeding on fear, greed and anguish ... missing life’s superb & simple fun.