Life's Table

As I'm sitting at life's table Waiting to be served A server walks up, So I guess it's my turn As I put in my order, "Love, peace, and joy" The server walks away, I'm thinking, "oh, boy"... "What does this mean? They didn't even write it down.." Before I could finish my thought, I hear a loud sound.. I see floating stars; A psychedelic pattern.. At this point the bad service Doesn't even matter My primary concern Is the look of my face; I can't tell if it's bad Because the look on their face.. The server just stares, Then once again, walks away... I had no idea That my life would change today I just got hit hard With a big plate of pain, Which was not what I ordered But I really can't complain... In life we get served What, in life, we need; I had to take the pain In preparation to proceed...