Love Oft Pain And Pleasure Is Poem by James McLain
Love Oft Pain And Pleasure Is
The boy
was brown the girl
was white
And neither were that old.
Innocent
thought they both were
and heard
The people speak.
Black or white with beards
of snow
And dressed as they
should be.
All lived a peaceful life
was seen
A calm that pleasure steals.
Pain was softened
when it came with love
And caring hands.
You see them everywhere
your go
Compassionate caring friends
as they grow old.
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