I Don’t Know (poem) by Theresa F Koch on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on September 21, 2008

thought provoking read

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

You've raised some very good questions. Good write!

Sandie May :o)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

You pose some very worthwhile questions, Theresa. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

I heard it once said that Stress is when:

your stomach says NO! and your mouth says " I would be glad to do that!"

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

I guess you are partly right and partly wrong...some stress is unavoidable because when it comes right down to it...stress in it's simplest form is only worry.
It is natural for a mother to worry about where the food is to feed her children, it is natural for a seniour to worry when they dont' make enough pension to pay for their meds, it is natural for a father to worrry whether he will have a job at months end...etc. I guess the validity stressing depends on the what one is stressing about.

hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

Yes Theresa we all seem to add more stress, we need to drop it and live, live, live. A great write now if others would read and listen to what you are saying. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

What a wonderful poem for the present day melange of woe is me and gimme, gimme and I should be happy but I'm not . . . Ya did good . . .

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

...life being short...stress...is the live fast die young fuel...of many in our generation.
great write Theresa...
John

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

worrying gets me nothing but stress
i must take it easy if i want too live longer
great thougts theresa
with love
ron

Reviewed by Shedding Light

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

One thing that I give you much credit for Theresa, is that
you are trying to find out. You are asking yourself questions
that a lot of people will not dare to take the time out to
ask. Its lifes confusing mind maze reality that brought the
best out of you in " Sunday in my Garden " One of my favorite
poems of all time. Your questions are real; this world is a
hot mess ... make no mistake about it. You are on the right
track to question this world. If one did not question this
existence, I would only question him or her.

Harold M. Nash