The Pains of Life

I woke up, this morning.....
..to that familiar pain of life.
Is is a curse? Hard to say.
I deal with it, everyday.....
..but, today will be different.
I shall leap out of bed, and claim the day!
For it is mine to behold.....
..I can feel the old, sinking in.

 Maybe I'll leap out of bed, tomorrow.
Tomorrow's just as good a day as today.
If pain and all of it's nuances didn't visit my torso,
then my limbs would have nothing to scream about.....
..sooo full of volume are my screams on this day.

 I can almost hear the silence of the slumber.
Whenever I'm asleep, it races past my body,
to try and greet me in the morning when I wake...
..it's much too slow, these days.
For the race to awaken me is always won...
..by the pains of life.

 The pains of life.....
..that's what saddles my soul,
that's what helps me remember yesterday.
Too bad for you, that the pains of life awaken you not...
..for I am reminded daily, of life.....
..first, when I lay down to greet the silence of the night,
..and again, when I wake up in the morn.

 I'm even waking up earlier, and earlier, of late.
I keep thinking that maybe the dawn brings a substantial surprise, on each day.
But, alas.....the surprise is only that I'm being awakened earlier...
..to salute the morning with a breakfast of pain meds.
How lucky am I to have this inner alarm-clock.
How fortunate that I should have this daily reminder...
..that I am, alive.