They,get sore from the gym
We get sore from existing
They get sore from the long holiday weekends fun
We..dont have holidays or weekends
They have a little while to grin and complain
We grin ad bear it
They grow distressed at the un filled life
We,well our days are filled
They...look out of windows and wonder
We..look out of windows and wonder
We talk in the waiting room
They sit uncomfortably quiet..we..might be contagious.
We,take things in stride
We..know the inside of ourselves
They..have people on tv to tell them
We..are poetry to those who truly love us...every word a symphony,every sigh..a book
Because they..know the cost of each.
They have a nook..reader
We have pain
They..have no pleasure.
I have you..
Who do they have???
Be Blessed Spiney