Of Many Worries Few Come True

We worry about money: will we have enough?
Are we really funny? Are we merely fluff?

We worry about weather: will we have sunshine?
Are we on a tether? Are we out of line?

We worry about title: will we have esteem?
Are we truly vital? Are we too extreme?

We worry about vigor: will we have long life?
Are we getting bigger? Are we making strife?

We worry about fatade: will we have appeal?
Are we Scheherazade? Are we the ideal?

We worry about justice: will we have our day?
Are we a fine buttress? Are we in the way?

We worry about neighbors: will we have goodwill?
Are we worth our labors? Are we overkill?

We worry about nothing: will we have regret?
Are we going to upspring? Are we here to fret?

We work away at worry, very few come true:
of perhaps a thousand, maybe one or two.