There is no life without its
share of pain,
Nor can you love and not feel agony,
A need whose hunger drives you near insane,
A state in which you must, but cannot
be.
There is no cure, nor anything to say,
Nor any aspirin for unhappiness.
Other friends and loves will come your way
And then pass on through death or faithlessness.
And so if you would ever dwell in joy,
You must embrace the agony of sorrow.
Time will all you love and need destroy,
But you will heal to love again tomorrow.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Ceremonial Prelude. By Sir Cubworth. Music free to use at YouTube.