Marbles

The gall of stones to mess your life,
Bones in stones of stress and strife,
Fatigue of pain, discomfort too,
I’ll hold my breath and pray for you.

But they’ll not win this game of pain,
Like marbles rolling down the drain,
They’ll roll away into their grave,
The pain they’ll get is the pain they gave!

Get Well My Darling,
Love, Dad