Pain and Patience
Itís pain that formed the words you said,
They didnít come from heart or head;
A verbal lashing like a whip
Flicks out at someone elseís slip;
Patience lacking, due to the strife
Of dealing with both limbs and life.
But patience must in part be mine,
I donít have pain all of the time;
The words I use should be thought through,
To help with all you need to do;
To understand when tempers fray
The struggles of your everyday.
I am the fittest of us both,
Illness and health, I pledged my troth.

Alan Millichip

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Alan Millichip would be pleased to hear them.