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Most Pain Goes Away Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s17.erols.com Mon, May 12, 1997 at 2:15PM |
We all get it from time to time
Pain of love lost - so sublime
Or pain of pride which brims so
With pangs of it as we swim to
The currents made of ripples
Which do pull as they trip us
In imbalanced fields of a scope
Which makes us feel we've not hope
The trick is to survey the scene
And look hard at where we've been
Then look ahead at where we're going
And come to realize there is owing
A fuller, cleaner and more productive life
One which is not filled with so much strife
For there are indeed alternate roads to take
Which have been presented before and thus make
A vision which is complete with wonder and awe
And so very different from the bustle we saw
In times past when things did not always pour
And the frustrations we feel do make us soar
Into undercurrents which produce even more
Of the fruitless squabbles which went before
And soon we must realize they are better ways
To live life, than being always in such a daze.
- Tristram