Grace comes with a
patina of pain.
Each creature must endure what it desires.
There are days one would not wish again,
When all one is, is wish till pain expires.
Expire it does in time, and will for you,
Lest it seem as though time will not run,
Lounging by the bed though dawn is due,
Sensing savagely you want it gone.
Oh, yes, we know that this is life, and we
Owe life both pain and joy. The will to be
Needs sometimes to rest till pain is done.
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Audio and Video Music: Please. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.
