I can sympathize with pain but not with pleasure.
There are those who prefer suffering to sympathy;
Who would exchange solace for sensuality.
It is not my wish to offer them a choice
I seek to bring you comfort;
To bring you to a resting place.
But will I bring solace to myself?
Will I find a refuge?
And if not me, then who?
And if not here, then where?
And if not now, then when?
This is no recipe for scant solace.