Is there a constructive use for worry?
From Letters to His Beloved, by Harvey A. Green
Laughter is the way to fill your day,
It will turn straw into gold.
It’s a magical feast rising like the sun from the east,
Healing the young and the old.
Worry is the bride with arms open wide,
Inhibiting all that you do.
She will fly into tomorrow on the wings of sorrow,
Where her cold embrace awaits you.
