The Pain
the pain that i doeth suffer
it hath paled in compare
to agony of youth 'twas lost
and naught there was to share
for i possess such memories
that youth will ne'er see e'er
and there be love upon this earth
'twas beautiful and rare
for not i mourn just for myself
but for all the souls in grief
remember we share common pain
through Lord there is relief
Copyright © Jess Opperman | Year Posted 2020
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