It has become one of my dearest friends
In fact we are friends from times immemorial…
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment
But it sure was uncomfortable
Floating in the amniotic fluid
And then being cut loose n rudely slapped
On my so very tiny and tender bottom!
Next I crept and crawled in all sorts
Of places in a spirit of adventure
Hurting myself in the process and
Was painfully poked by well-meaning hands
Thus reacquainting myself with my friend!
My teen years were also ignoble
My body had a mind of its own
Much to my consternation and grief
And the unkind remarks passed
By peers and family were quite painful.
Coming of age was another milestone
I had to leave the nest and fend for myself
Fumbling and bungling finally led me
To my first job where I had to jump hoops
To prove my worth Oh so painfully!
Now I have found my equilibrium and family
But my dear friend drops in quite frequently
As pleasure and pain are but the two sides
Of the same coin which is life and one
Invariably follows the other relentlessly!
Old age is no picnic n brings ailments
You are often alone and helpless
It is pretty much painful to move around
Yet you manage counting your days
Praying incoherently but consistently!
Yes, pain is my dear friend
Much loved and embraced fondly….
We can endure an extra pound of pain far more easily than we can suffer the withdrawal of an ounce of accustomed pleasure.- Sydney J Harris