The Price

The price for glory
Is a heavy price.
Too many have become sorry
Pursuing that Golden Fleece.
Yet why do we pursue it?
Why not just lie in the summer days
Like a leaf, dance and flit
In the radiant rays?
The price is a heavy one,
The hands are callused.
A broken son,
Broken by the unforgiving ballast.
What drives one to offer
Sweat, blood, and tears
Empty the human coffer
And toil the many years?
The price is heavy.
And the price is this.

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