The most dreadful worry of all.

I know people who like to worry. So much so that if they have nothing to worry about, they worry about that. They feel obligated to worry. It’s part of their nature. They were born to worry. Some of ‘em even worry that the sky might fall. Which could be a very crushing blow. They live in fear. Even wear hard hats. And then they worry that may not be adequate protection. So they stay indoors. And worry that may even be inadequate. So they seek out a grotto. But they worry about getting lost and never finding their way out. They worry about dying, too. Because that might be the end of their worries. And that’s the most dreadful worry of all. –Jim Broede