The poem
Said I to Pain: "You would not dare Do ill to me." Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care Whom you may be? To clown and king alike I bring My meed of bane; Why should you shirk my chastening?" Said Pain.
Said I to Grief: "No tears have I, Go on your way." Said Grief: "Why should I pass you by, While others pay? All men must know the way of woe, From saint to thief, And tears were meant to overflow," Said Grief.
Said I to Death: "From ail and fret Grant me relief." Said Death: "I know you are beset By Pain and Grief. But my good will you must await Since human breath To suffering is consecrate," Said Death.
Said I to God: "Pale Sister Grief, Bleak Brother Pain, Bedevil me beyond belief, And Death's unfain . . ." Said God: "Curse not that blessed Three, Poor human clod! Have faith! Believe the One with Me," Said God.
I see how he tries to keep from experiencing the pain of life, by asking for death to do his job. Yet, when he goes to God, he just says have faith in Jesus. It is because of Pain, Grief, and Death that we can even humble ourselves before the Cross which Jesus suffered on. He conquered each of these so we may be free from them for all eternity!