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Pain: the complaint I hear time and again.
I know what you’ll say when reaching your door;
Aching all over, still ten out of ten,
Increase the dose and provide me with more.
What proof do you have of this pain you feel?
My wish is to spend less time in your room.
In truth, I know what you claim is not real;
I care for much sicker patients than you.
The sickling might stop but the pain goes on;
Worse than the feeling is knowing for sure,
The pain will return as if never gone.
Your drugs can relieve but provide no cure.
But go, you are like the others I see;
You care for much sicker patients than me.