Lawrence Beck Poems
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Like My Shadow
The pain is here, my boon companion,
Rising out of bed with me each morning,
Taking walks with me.It warns me not
To use my car, or climb or even descend
Stairs.It tells me that I shouldn't sleep,
Yet also says I shouldn't be too active.
How I've tired of it, but it seems satisfied
With me, and can't be hushed or shooed
Away.At best, the little pills I take
Reduce it.Still, though smaller sized,
It's pain, and stays with me.
When did the river first come down this valley?
Was there a valley here when it came?
Was it a trickle at first, or a torrent?
Such meaningless questions, their answers
Unknown.I'm babbling at you.
Hand me the wine.The sun is so warm.
The water is pretty, and I am so happy