One Small Ailment

ONE SMALL AILMENT

One small ailment is enough to destroy a mood and spoil a life’s good feeling-
One irritation can kill the soul-
Bodily beings holy as we are
We cannot endure the itch, the ague, the pain, the plague, the aching wound, the ‘thousand natural shocks flesh is heir to’

‘To scratch or not to scratch’ becomes the question-
Our pretensions mocked by our own small hurts.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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