Such a serious face
on such a pretty girl,--
much too serious a look
for one so young,
who should have nothing more
to worry or be concerned about
than something cute and frivolous.
But your face looks like
you have all the worries of the world
on your small shoulders,
and your eyes are darting here and there,
as if in search of the answers
to all the problems
that you think you must solve
in some certain measure of time,
while all the rest of the world
goes merrily on their way,
completely ignorant of your turmoil,
while you, alone, are trying to save
everyone and everything
from whatever it is that you see
as the reason for the serious look
that is on your face at this moment.
You don't seem to have
any interest at all in other things
at the moment,--
Wait! What is that!?
You turn your head,
your eyes brighten in anticipation...
You rush to the other room,
where the sound of the can opener
signals that soon your dish will be filled.
You can relax, after all...
your worries are over.

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