Nearby in a place of legend told,
There lives a bold and mighty soul,
A man gifted with strength untamed,
Hal Bain, esquire, his storied name.
From lowly birth he rose with grace,
Defying odds, at his own pace,
Just his smirk makes dentists cower;
He handles hurt with special power.
Fearless hero, a hale, nice guy,
His prowess known, both far and nigh,
Fending off needles gives him thrill
No such foe withstands his sheer will.
But it’s not just strengths that define,
Nor battles with med staff unkind,
For he enjoys a spirit rare,
Contempt for pain, he does declare.
Filled with passion, forged by trials,
He laughs at pain’s attempts and wiles,
Suffering to him, mere illusion,
He faces it with staunch conviction.
We wonder—no meds, not a thing—
How this good friend defies pain’s sting,
But deep within his heart he knows,
True strength is not to care for woes.
With each pin prick, his heart grows grand,
Breaking free from pain’s cruel hand,
For he believes that self-made chains
Constrain one’s soul, hold back the gains.
Through a fresh way, he breaks pain’s reign,
Moving thoughts to a far-off plain.
Such an action is bold indeed,
But he vouches it does succeed.
So, can we learn from our pal’s’ tale
To rise above and not to wail,
And cast away pain with disdain?
A sure answer I can only feign.
© 2024, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
