Suffering As a Springboard

Preparing The Lips for repeated groans And The Heart for as many moans, Left long in it one’s contacting phone: “To whom it concerns I’m pitiably alone!” Suffering never was a stepping stone To our Remote-Controlled Throne, For all its merits steadily overblown And at Non-sufferers readily thrown … Some bit Suffering releases in The Grown With the doggedness he’d sown: The often insupportable lighter, The Rather Darker, Much Brighter Tasked legs that no longer totter A furnace now cooler that was hotter. Still, The Never Ceasing Suffering Keeps Singular Pain Offering And as a spring board The Regionally Broad. Faster advancing The Dish-Washing American Than A Nigerian Mover of filled Jerry can.