That's the Price You Pay
by Roger E. Bissell
1976
If freedom has a bitter taste
From all the facts you finally faced,
And all the years that went to waste,
Then that's the price you pay.
And if it seems too great a cost
For all the losing dice you tossed
And all the precious time you lost,
Then that's the price you pay.
The good times never seem to last.
You're haunted by a chance you passed.
Tomorrow seems to come too fast.
Yes, that's the price you pay.
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QUOTE(Roger Bissell @ Dec 23 2005, 12:33 AM) 
That's the Price You Pay
by Roger E. Bissell
1976
If freedom has a bitter taste
From all the facts you finally faced,
And all the years that went to waste,
Then that's the price you pay.
And if it seems too great a cost
For all the losing dice you tossed
And all the precious time you lost,
Then that's the price you pay.
The good times never seem to last.
You're haunted by a chance you passed.
Tomorrow seems to come too fast.
Yes, that's the price you pay.
by Roger E. Bissell
1976
If freedom has a bitter taste
From all the facts you finally faced,
And all the years that went to waste,
Then that's the price you pay.
And if it seems too great a cost
For all the losing dice you tossed
And all the precious time you lost,
Then that's the price you pay.
The good times never seem to last.
You're haunted by a chance you passed.
Tomorrow seems to come too fast.
Yes, that's the price you pay.
I like this poem, Roger. I have a vague sense that it isn't finished.
--Mindy
QUOTE(Mindy @ Aug 29 2008, 07:19 PM)
QUOTE(Roger Bissell @ Dec 23 2005, 12:33 AM)
That's the Price You Pay
by Roger E. Bissell
1976
If freedom has a bitter taste
From all the facts you finally faced,
And all the years that went to waste,
Then that's the price you pay.
And if it seems too great a cost
For all the losing dice you tossed
And all the precious time you lost,
Then that's the price you pay.
The good times never seem to last.
You're haunted by a chance you passed.
Tomorrow seems to come too fast.
Yes, that's the price you pay.
by Roger E. Bissell
1976
If freedom has a bitter taste
From all the facts you finally faced,
And all the years that went to waste,
Then that's the price you pay.
And if it seems too great a cost
For all the losing dice you tossed
And all the precious time you lost,
Then that's the price you pay.
The good times never seem to last.
You're haunted by a chance you passed.
Tomorrow seems to come too fast.
Yes, that's the price you pay.
I like this poem, Roger. I have a vague sense that it isn't finished.
--Mindy
That's because he's not dead.
--Brant
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