Somebody In Real Pain

I’ve met somebody in real pain! He was handling real pain with brain. Still, he was like one in the rain: Twists of a body hit with cane; Frowns of a face cursed like marked Cain, Sometimes would yell “Oh! What cruel pain!” But uttered no curse: the word stain… This is handling real pain with brain. Don’t fail to still board the right train As your peeved reply to migraine, Ravaging things or plants with grain While in pain in knowledge, too, gain: That, sometimes, happiness does wane; Owns its disappearing plane.