We pay the price
for living as we do.
We pay for every battle,
lost or won.
When all that we've been living for
is done,
we pay the price
for life's sweet memory...
When memories grow dim,
we fade to black;
forgetting e'er, this life
we'd groaned
to leave.
Embracing all that's beautiful
in light,
we drift away:
and gladly
pay the price.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Paying The Price
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2 comments:
Yes! As I groan to leave or groan the ineluctable leaving of life I too hope to embrace "all that's beautiful in light . . ."
effort = price
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