Pain Poem by M... Berryann

My advice to those who are still young,
Not so simple to explain,
Before the hornets of life have slipped in and stung,
Get out and avoid the pain.

Before a fracture or a break suddenly occurs,
Or simply an ache or sprain,
A cast for months may be all yours,
Forever one with the rain.

Some will find glory on a grassy field,
Where only the weak can complain,
A hit to the head shall never make you yield,
God only grants one brain.

And the good lord surely had a plan for us,
When he set out to design each grain,
When first indulging the poppy's cackling chorus,
And unknowingly going insane.

Like a roman gladiator waiting for cheers,
Blood may be your stain,
A speeding vehicle that suddenly veers,
Wise decisions, only yours to retain.

Do not hide in darkness or be overly cautious,
You'll regret a life too plain,
Although today you suffer from being so nauseous,
Bliss will surely follow the strain.

My advice to those whose minds stay ten,
There's living, there's dying, and blain,
Each certainly concedes, though we don't know when,
So set out and enjoy the pain!

Mark L. Berryann
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