A Better Medicine

Tragic are the facts of life and reality. Some avoid with attempts made to escape. With facts from them wanted chased to erase, For an exchanging of sweets and treats... To taste in their place. Hoping to eliminate, A debating over consequences. And the price eventually that has to be paid. Tragic is a sadness so effective and endures. Those unable to bear it weep without sleep, When decisions are made foolishly to keep... A turning away from a truth that 'is'. Many can prepare, if wished, to end their despair. But too few refuse to see to believe, A truth that is there to accept. Not neglect or leave. To become familiar and aware of its affects, As a better medicine than suffering through regrets.