• das_k4 10w

    The Cost of Love

    As a child,
    Love comes at no cost.
    But as an adult one has to,
    earn that Love.
    And as a old timer,
    One begins to beg for that same love.

    As one grows old,
    One begins to lose their sight.
    And with each passing day,
    One begins to see,
    More and more,
    Of what really matters.