I miss the times I used to have to myself, <br />writing a letter or reading a book from my shelf. <br />I always have this unwanted company, <br />I've begged it to leave, but it won't, you see. <br />It's there when I dine <br />and when I sit in the sunshine. <br />It's there when I'm on the phone, <br />it just won't leave me alone. <br />It's there when I watch t.v., <br />never, ever does it let me be. <br />It's my company when I wash my hair, <br />oh, yes, it's always there. <br />When I wash the dishes, <br />it's there against my wishes. <br />I don't know how it has a hunch, <br />but it's right there when I make my lunch. <br />If for a second, I think it's gone from sight, <br />that's when it really shows its might! <br />Who or what is my bane? <br />My dreary, dreary companion-Pain!<br /><br />Barbara Haskell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bane/
