Pain like a name

Written by: Ingibo Benson

Like a name we all bare
A constant friend our hearts regret
He is a giant we seldom win, unfair,
A grief producing machine, each man gets

A friend making everyday things
Our craving miracles, and each peculiar name
Our life's lessons, that kings
travel afar to obliterate these silent shame

But man must not learn the hard way
Nor should joy be a seldom victory of pain
Or all essence he throws away
Then order lost it's again

If the rich do cry, and the poor 
Still survives, this world man must endure