Pain

Some days I think I know pain
That my lot is unfair and bare
But then I remember that I still have chance
My book is unwritten, my eyes still open
Some don’t have that
I still do not know death

Very Few people who I have known in my life are dead
I know for sure I live
My mother and father are living
And so I should continue to honor them
And the gift of life God has given me

I must continue and have hope that when my last days do come
The man I am now will be able to be proud and unashamed
Of the man I have become
And for that to occur
I must stand and not wallow in the days of darkness