COST

~ 1 ~

There is a price for everything,
for everything a cost,
Time revives most everything
before your life is lost.
You are not granted joy on Earth,
lest it is marred with rue,
And every error since your birth,
will return to bother you.
The cost of birth is the life we live,
the cost of joy is pain,
The cost of love is that we give,
It all away in vain.
And though we try our best to live,
We die in own shame.

~ 2 ~

Why do I feel so sad inside,
why in silence do I weep
Why do I through the shadows ride,
in my tormented sleep.
Why do I feel I have not done,
what my gentle heart doth crave,
That I feel unworthy in the sun,
but more worthy of the grave.
I cannot live the way I think,
nor the way I want to live,
None of these things are distinct,
none of these things I give.
For all I was has passed and died,
That alone I wish to live.

~ 3 ~

'Tis oft one thinks the past has gone,
though for some 'tis ever there,
Yet though I know I am not one,
it returns to bring despair.
Why does a face with happy eyes,
make my heart feel so sad,
Why do I oft myself despise,
Why do I feel so bad,
So much of me in life was lost,
regret now brings me pain,
For giving all the final cost,
is deploring your own name.
And that's the price of spreading frost,
Where one intended to spread flame.

©Copyright November 4, 2003 by Colin F. Jones

Submitted for the November 2003 IWVPA Club Theme Project, Cost