The Tree of Sorrows

Past death, it has been said, men have a choice.
Upon a tree, there hangs the tortured strife
and miseries of men, to which a Voice
invites each soul to trade his tattered life
and walk about, perusing all the aches
of other men who've hung their burdens up.
And all are bid to shoulder those mistakes
of brother men, and drain the bitter cup
of that man's jilted hopes and sad laments.
So, free to trade for other's ills and woes,
it's said, that each will choose his own torments
preferring pain he knows, to friend or foes.
This parable should serve those who complain,
the grief we know deflects yet greater pain.