Think you have a free ride
Think you could easily slide
Think you could escape your end
Think life would be your friend

Quiet delusions put us to sleep
Privileged hiding need to weep
Longing that we all share
Without sacred little here

All pay taxes one or another
Life has tolls pay go under
Passage to the other side
Can be graceful generating pride

The price we pay as we go
Costs discern what we know
A tax in return for learning
We pay to cool the burning

Know when you begin to live
Treasure in what you give
Honor friends in your hive
Their nectar keeps you alive

Do you grumble about life’s tolls?

When you factor what you receive does that quiet the chatter?

– Stewart Levine ©

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