I must, to stay within the zone
keep down the electronics
Conduction through my funny bone
sets off those histrionics.

A piece of cake to overstay
one's welcome, gained anew,
what if she smiles as if to say
I need you like the flu?

A million gallons smoothed those stones
a journey's murky green,
exotic fish, their muffled tones,
blue algae in between.

My hope is that the noisy geese
that swim above and chatter,
stay clear of the great golden fleece
and take their pitter-patter

off to the banks to make their nests
while life goes with the flow,
hold secrets close to feathered chests
as time now fades below.

So, let me be just like a fish,
talk only now and then.
Present to you a single wish
the wish of mice and men.

You know, of course, the old adage
that folks will come to join,
some dress in stealth and camouflage
while others toss a coin.

To walk with people for a while
there comes a time to turn,
some may be waiting with a smile
and a bouquet of fern.

As I observed (and you can see)
my soul is histrionic,
perhaps there is some hope for me
through Gordon's Gin and tonic..

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-to-worry/