Right of Pain
What right do I have
to complain, to feel pain
there are others in worse shape
others who’ve seen death drape
I’ve seen my fair share
but I’ve yet to go into the demon’s lair
I can sit alone at home
without worry
just me, myself and I
“I am lucky” this I tell myself
on a daily basis
because I know I am blessed
what right do I have
when I’m eating and drinking
to complain, to feel pain
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