Hypochondria
My mom had her aches and
pains
She’d groan and constantly
worry
I would listen to her complaints
But forget them in a hurry
I think of her when I get a
cold
When lots of tissues I sit
among
She’d tell me, “Don’t get
old!”
I’d ask, “So I should die
young?”
And now the aches and pains
are here
I’m surprised when I sound
like her
But when it comes to worry
and fear
She was the pro, I the amateur
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