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Sometimes I sits meself down and wonder,

What it was, my very blunder,

That sees me regularly ill-at-ease,

Filled with worry, stress and disease.

Did I commit some un-reckonable wrong,

That I must live through all life  long,

Or was it perhaps another life,

That bills this one with trouble and strife?



Sometimes I’m taken quite a’back,

By rumours, gossip and other flack,

Other times it’s found ‘just hard work,

That puts my temperament out of perk,

While sometimes I just look and laugh,

To prevent becoming completely daft,

Though possibly it’s no great test,

To live a life with little rest.



Though in note of looking back,

I can see a distant winding track,

That o’er hill and into dale,

I often leapt and if not abseiled.

Yet now I find myself trekking on,

To hopefully right what might be wrong,

So I’ll give the kettle a passing nod,

And instead of leaping; keep on the plod.