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

Quiet delusions put us to sleep
Privileged hiding time 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 generate graceful pride

Price we pay as we go
Costs what we don’t know
A tax in lieu of learning
We pay to cool our burning

When you begin to really 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 how does that quiet the chatter?

– Stewart Levine ©

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