All in all
Things work out
It seems to me
That this is just
What they do
So you can
If you choose
Worry about
This way
And that path
This person
And that monster
You can lose sleep
Over tonight
Or tomorrow
Or today
Or the things
That have already
Happened
Or you can
Simply
Let them happen

An old man once
Said to me
Let be
Be
And though
I understood the words
I didn't know
Their meaning
Yet now I sit
No better or
Worse
There are patches
Where my hair
Used to be
And greyness is starting
To wash away
The colour
But for once
In my life
I think I see
That everything
Is a shade of something
And that things
Are not things
However much they
Might
Pretend to be

Everything
Will work out
One way or
Another
And maybe it's best
To let them
Get on with it
A good book
And a glass of wine
Aren't going to
Change the world
But they're not
Going to stop it
Either