Pain…mankind’s common denominator
Penurious, Luxurious…both racked
Equally afforded…agitator
Peasants and Plutocrats bearing attack
Bane of the body ‘tis most pernicious
Writhing, wilting, color drained from flower
Effect on the mind, perhaps most vicious
Sweet fragrance of life doth soon become sour
Drain of thy soul eventually numbing
To smile, to laugh ‘tis an anomaly
Will to live, rueful thoughts of succumbing
A query for God, why hath chosen me?
Wane of hope for a painless tomorrow
Sane people swimming…river of sorrow
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