The Pain

A table sits,

By the window sill,

On it sits,

My white pill,


Do I take it,

And be free,

Of this pain,

I agree,


God did gives us,

All sorts of things,

Relief from pain,

Right now means everything,


If I take the pill,

It will bring relief

Joy and laughter,

No more grief,


But it makes me sick,

And I want to sleep,

Nothing gets done,

My chores grow deep,


I guess for now,

I will do without,

My mouth will ache,

As I go about,


Then when all,

My work is done,

I will raise the flag,

The pain has won.

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