For You....

Little friend why doth thou worry,
This life is not to be spent in a hurry,
Live it full though it be short,
So live it good afore leavin port,
At the end wilt thou find,
Why thou must liveth not just with mind,
The heart doth be, then thy vessel of truth,
The mind doth be the sieve that sorteth,
So useth it well for good and ill,
And it will then your life fulfill.