The Price Having once again had to face the gritty end of empty promise,I feel... What? Nothing? Not that. Everything? Not at once. I feel there is a price. Hers? I'll not collect. Mine? I'll pay myself. To have held and hoped has it's inherent beauty,I know,I've bought that light. I've paid in pain and pride. I've paid in lust and laughter. I've paid in insultand innuendo,curses,cries,sex,sweat,sorrow... What of it? My complaints profit nothing. The price? Wisdom? I'll do it again. Avoidance breeds a dusty spirit. I'll not die inside my own body. I'll not keep my tears 'til they dry my soul. The price? Myself. I am my own coin. I'll pay me. Cliff Lake 1/29/'92 Copywrite Clifford Arthur Lake 1995
Reason for writing:
Just a little self-indulgency caused the creation,
a lot more of same accompanied by the so-appreciated help of
one Tina got me here.
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