The pain, the pain, it drains the soul;

Seizing and aching, wanting to escape.

Hide it as much as possible, live life,

Grin and grimace through the pain.

Sleeping helps evade the sharpness;

Pain medication with sleep aids relax.

But where is the youthfulness on waking?

Instead stiffness and limping greet.

No one really wants to complain.

A round of steroids are in the future,

And a moon face on top of chubby cheeks.

But the shoulder and legs won’t scream,

Give back youth; wish this on no one else.

Curses, curses, why do you advance?

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Written for those who deal with chronic pain and flare-ups; it is hard to witness and harder to live with.