Who Gets That Half Glass

You’re blissed in sun,
No worries and
No hunger and
No work to do.

It has to end, and
You have to end, and
Mostly the question
Is what will end first.

You’re struck by pain
Rotating down
Your body, pain
That just gets worse.

It has to end, and
You have to end, and
Mostly the question
Is what will end first.