Pain
No pain! No pain!
They dream of having no pain
What is it like to live without growth?
Came a day, asked myself
Do we astonish or do we vanish?
It's whatever the pick of your brain
Pain must be valued!
Look at how stale stem — blossom new
Recovered, neither vanished
It astonished with experience
Pain further knowledge
Pain we must covert
Thy pick which - astonish or vanish
Or live til death with growth unseen
Copyright © Christine Sario | Year Posted 2022
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