Poise

Avoiding
The
Serrated
Edge
Of
Worry,
I try
Always
Not
To
Hurry
In
An
Unseemly
Way,
And
Remain
At
Ease
In
My
Day,
But
Oh,
The
Night,
The
Small
Hours
And
Their
Fright.
I do
My
Best
And
Seek
To
Rest
Random
Troubles
In
A
Cask
Of
Painted
Tin,
My
Task
Every
Moment
To
Begin
Again.