Alarm

Pain’s routine

Reminds you

You’re alive.

 

Big deal,

You say,

I’d rather

Feel good

Than bad.

 

I don’t blame

You for my

Aches and pains.

Suffering

Is an acquired

Waste.

 

Unique,

Universal,

You soldier

On alone

In this cramped

Landscape,

Your hopes

Crumpled

By the stages

Of age,

 

Enduring the body’s 

Foibles, the mind’s

Betrayals of the body,

The brain’s erosion

Within the secret

Skull.  Don’t worry

 

Too much.  It will

All be over

Soon enough,

Sooner or later.

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