Fears

I had many.

Fear of not waking up.

Fear of not going to sleep.

Fear of falling in love.

Fear of falling out of love.

The fears, over the years,

piled on high,

and I asked myself why?

Why do I let them get to me?

Why don't they just leave me be?

Now, I'm in the Autumn of my years,

no longer fearing all the spilled beers,

FDR said it best,

and in truth its the best test.

The only thing you have to fear, is fear itself.

I can walk on a crack,

and won't break my back.

I can walk under a ladder,

laughing like the Mad Hatter.

Now, nothing is the matter.

My fears, over the years,

have slowly disappeared,

and there are none left

to make my heart rate soar,

well there is one ...

I don't want to be a bore.