PERSISTENT PAIN
Sol Finkelman (solthesage@geniepub.com)
Sun, 22 Feb 1998 01:34:35 -0500
PERSISTENT PAIN
In pain, in vain, do we complain,
The effort merely makes it worse;
For pain is mankind's greatest bane,
Oft thought to be produced by curse.
The throb is felt with every move,
It permeates our every thought;
Though resting does the pain improve,
A remedy will still be sought.
Our doctors yet can't understand,
Exactly what will stop all pain;
With millions spent across our land,
It still will plague the human brain.
Some tolerate it more than most,
Still terminal deserve relief;
No fear of being overdosed,
Their life span is already brief.
For ages has the search gone on,
No answers have the doctors found;
So mankind still is woe-be-gone,
Without success our efforts crowned.
Sol the Sage
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