On Stress

To those who give us stress, God bless!
It took me decades, I confess
to see a reason in each mess
which is, I venture a small guess,
the raison d'ëtre nonetheless
for life to bring to us success.
So, please allow me to express
the fervent wish not to suppress
this life-essential thing called stress,
lest death cause stress to effervesce,
which soon would plunge us in distress.
Though it is harmful in excess,
we must embrace it, Yes to Stress!

Perhaps this causes you duress?
It's thirteen lines above, no less!

by Herbert Nehrlich

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