It will hurt
And it will pain,
And it won't desert
The body and/ or the brain.
It will hurt and hurt constantly
You cry and cry from the misery.
Unto God you then pray
And then will come that one day,
You won't go to the Doctor or to the store
That hurt won't hurt anymore.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem