Your Pain Ain’t My Gain


If you drink your life to crud
Till you’re crawling in the mud
And puking pints of blood

If you gamble on the ponies
Till you’re sickly and you’re bony
And your kids eat macaroni

I’m sorry for your trauma
If you’re dusting up the drama
With a dozen baby mamas

It really ain’t my gain
If your life fills up with pain
Until you think you’ll go insane

Your problems
Ain’t my issue
Though I’ll support you
And I wish you
All the best

But I won’t waste
Precious time
Fixating on your
Your sins and crimes
I’ll just stay thankful
For the ways
My life is blessed


by Richard W. Bray

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