Don't Worry

By William Henry Dawson

Don’t worry, Bill, for what’s the use
Of worrying? There’s no excuse
For doing that which brings no aid,
And you know worry never made
The load you’ve had to bear seem light,
Nor helped to make your pathway bright:
It never helped to ease the pain
Of aching heart or throbbing brain,
Nor helped to chase away the blues—
Don’t worry, Bill, for what’s the use?