Pain

As babies we cry for attention.
As children we cry from physical hurt or fear of the unknown.
As adolescents we cry out of fear of the known.
As young adults we cry on emotional hurt done to us.
As mature adults we cry on emotional hurts done to others too.
In mid-life we shed happy tears when we see someone overcome one’s life's obstacles.
In old age we cry when we witness (or remember) goodness.

Nothing under the sun is achieved sans pain

Woman's son must be borne in pain

To die and to leave he must have pain

In the midst, to teethe, to walk, to learn

Anyway he has to have pain.

Pain tho' is oft admixt with fun

The soul…perchance, laughs

When the painful abode it leaves.

Teething pain ends in smile and fun

The toddling kid wins the joy of run

Locked in Love is pain, not pure fun

For, one needs to dig into the other

To carve therein a cozy nook,

To rest their aching heads, thither.

Bear with it, bear it thou must

For in life, pain and fun are e'er so admixt.