Children know by instinct
Adult know by learning
But they prefer to meet danger
Than have toothache
They pray often in chapel
They on the line for confession
But they more tremble
In my waiting room
Whether the pain they can’t stand
Or the powerless time their in my hands
But sometimes they more scared to see me
Than death itself
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