That's the Price You Pay (1976)

[Roger Bissell 15]

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.

[Mindy Newton 0]

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

[Brant Gaede 217]

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

[caroljane 114]

I just came across these excellent verses , and I too feel that it needs one or two more stanzas - maybe showing what you get for the price you pay.

Good, good work, Roger.

[Roger Bissell 15]

Hmmm, you're all right--the poem does seem unfinished, and I'm not dead yet. So, perhaps another verse or two will pop out soon...

[BaalChatzaf 60]

Reminds me of the Robert Frost poem: The Road Not Taken