Beauty Of Pain Poem by James Callos Jordan

Playing a guitar you have to strum its strings,
Making excellent or terrible melody,
But which ever you play one thing remains the same;
The aches and pain from your fingers.
Some say you’ll get use to it; maybe you will,
But the pain will always be there as long as you play.
Yes… in every good thing in this world,
There is a packet of hurt attached onto it,
And because we are people of goodness,
We risk everything to get that good thing;
May it be love, friendship or trust.
We sacrifice, we give in, and we surrender.
Thus the essence of pain is truly underrated,
By us humans who thinks were ill-treated.

July 4,2009