Be Strong. The Weather will Change.

This plate of misery.  With fork and knife. 

Eat.  To save another life. 

From the weight that company would have to take. 

Putting on a brave face. 

Leave no crumb, not a trace.

These are the pains which take, all the joy that makes, me human.

The Rain is not sad when it comes. The Rain doesn't cry happiness fun.
The Rain comes. The Rain goes. And the ground sprouts anew, for Life's show.