THE PLAYTIME SERMON
Back when I was younger
I’d be on the floor in the kitchen
playing with my toys
Or whittling a piece of wood,
My father would walk in and
Dump a spoonful of instant coffee
Into a cup of cold water.
He’d mix it around a minute,
Toss it back, and look to me.
“Jack,” he’d say to me, between gulps,
“you should learn to enjoy suffering,
Because that’s all there is in this world.”
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