In Good Company
In Good Company
Pain Is a guest
It has a temporary sit
At my table.
It sits with an overwhelming confidence.
Grief invited himself in without invitation,
Then I invited sorrow.
Misery entered my house like a thief.
I called them to my table,
Soon I was in a good company
We sat and drank whiskey
As spoke about social issues
I said...
Pour me a drink
A drink of sorrow
I shall not speak
About tommorow
Then it was time for them to leave,
They walked with a disappointment.
Because my being was joy!
Goodbye to all the shallow friends
Pain is a gift
And life is a just a test
Ernest Badounts
