Worse Things

A friend forwarded this, from Fleur Adcock:

Things

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.

Fleur Adcock, things, worse things, poem, poetry, verse, awake at night