A cherished guide mentioned wasted suffering a few
Days ago, and I thought about my own
Experiences as a grass-stained shoe
With several push mower blade encounters, sewn
Up and raggedy-soled. Then I thought
About suffering as currency or time–other things
We scold ourselves for squandering. What can be bought
With coffers filled with trauma? It seems a king’s
Ransom-sized chest should be able
To fund a foundational rebuild for the interior
Castle. And yet how am I to table
And chart the permits? My lawyer skills are inferior.
Time, money, pain: hindsight reveals
A wiser advocate than me won my appeals.
