It is easy to work when the soul is at play

It is easy to work when the soul is at play —
But when the soul is in pain —
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult — then —

It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind —
But Gimlets — among the nerve —
Mangle daintier — terribler —
Like a Panter in the Glove —

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2 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    Heart pain is the worst kind.

  2. Andrew-ski says:

    Who ever leaves a bad comment is not my friend. This peom rocks all the way ya!

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