“Things” by Fleur Adcock
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse
and worse.
That poem brilliantly states what I have felt so many times. And 5 a.m. or 3 or 2 – how many times have I not been able to stop myself from thinking about some problem over and over and over. I love the way he takes these “things” and turns them into the monster under the bed for adults.
Things by Paul Westerberg from the album 14 Songs
Things I wanna tell you
How you make me feel
How you look to me
And how good it feels
Things I don’t wanna tell you
Every little thing’s all right
What I was before
And where I was last night
Always things
All these things
Always things
Things I try to tell you but come out oh so wrong
Seem to feel pretty good, seem to last pretty long
Things I don’t wanna tell you
Now there ain’t no doubt
You lit a fire in me
Can’t seem to put out
Always things
All these things
Things I long to tell you but I don’t know how
Things I don’t wanna tell you but I have to now
Packed my things
Things I’m bound to tell you like that dress looks great on ya
I could use some breathing room but I’m still in love with you
Things I’d never tell you, down the line someday
You’ll be a song I sing, a thing I give away
Pack my things today, I packed my things today