WHAT worries me and makes me blue May seem a little thing to you; But then, you see, you have a lot Of cash and bonds, perhaps a yacht -- Your bills are paid, but mine are due. You say you have your troubles, too; A jaded heart, a jaundiced view Of life? Thank heaven that is not What worries me! My heart trips light, my wife's beats true; We pluck life's roses, not its rue. And so when next you ask me what My worries are, what cares I've got, I'll answer you with courage new: "What? Worries? Me?!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIANNE MOORE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY (2) by ROBERT BURNS O MAY, THY MORN by ROBERT BURNS FIFTY YEARS SPENT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT A PASTORALL; THE ANTEMASQUE by JANE CAVENDISH EPISTLE TO SIR CLIFFORD CLIFTON, THEN SITTING IN PARLIAMENT by CHARLES COTTON |