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February 20 2009 - As my body tries to repair itself I am forced to consider the aftermath of my foolishness. If I enjoyed pain which I do not - this would be extreme. Nevertheless the memory of this experience will be with me for a long time. I don't believe I will ever forget this pain. Since I don't want to show you a photo of the injury I have pulled out an abstract painting I did years ago titled "Across the Irish Sea". It represents the pain in Ireland not seen nor felt from across the Irish Sea. |
Further Thoughts on PainSitting here listening to the rain Feeling the throbbing pain Besides that I’m feeling the cold Is it just that I’m getting old? I don’t believe that’s so Yet the hot flashes come and go As the doctor said Don’t die in that bed Rise up, chase a butterfly Notice how effortlessly it can fly You can not fly remember that If you try you will go splat There is no standard of misery To gage the pain of injury Individuals inflicted similarly Will react differently There is no common measure Of pain or pleasure We can only profess to care For pain we do not share Philip |
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