Pain is My Friend

 

To the end, pain is my friend.

It never fails to greet me. 

 

As constant as the days, in so many ways.

Like a friendly dog, it comes to meet me.

 

I was born in pain, and it remains,

The way life treats me.

 

Agony's ire, how fragile we are,

Pain is meant to warn me. 

 

That flesh and bone and blood,

Can easily desert me.

 

But pain eternal, time-to-time,

Will never try to hurt me.

 

Just tell me what is going wrong,

And how to know what fails me.

 

Only when I'm dead and in the ground,

Will my friend, pain, desert me.

 

Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull

11/18/00



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