The Cost

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

I have been told
By the wise and the old
That there is a high cost
For low living

I have seen from others
That listening to the facts
Is not always what you hear
Especially if you’re deaf

I remember that some one said
God don’t like ugly
And care less for pretty

So I have learned that
Sometimes living cost
More then dying

How strange my friend
To learn these things at
Your End