Ponder, if you will, 100 years of life
Consider within it, all the accumulated strife.
Leave pause, don't bend,
And certainly don't seek a controlled end.

Pain is a privilege most neglect,
Or they simply grant the construct too much respect.
Allow it to whittle away emotions,
And abruptly slow motions.

It grants life a sudden halt.
You take on self pity, feeling at fault.
Then allow an illness to grip hold,
Leaving ones disposition frightfully cold.