My Dear Overseer. Poem by Ian Kellett

I’ve made a career
Out of hypochondria,
I’ve worried
And worse.
Lived up more lies
Than a seesaw has highs,
I’ve hurried
The hearse.

I’ve found little cheer
Reading Mr. Shakespeare,
I’ve pondered
The endings.
Researched the why’s,
And wherefore art thou guides,
I’ve wandered
The windings.

I’ve felt mortal fear
For the state of my sphere,
And had me
No answer.
Revered the size
Of the planet outside
That gave me
A cancer.

I’ve found that I’m near
The end of endear,
I’m rendered
And stronger.
Walked point for the wise,
And pleasantly died,
And meandered
No longer.