A Price Is Always Paid Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why is it people forget,
What it is they do to others...
When paybacks become due,
And are to them directed.

These selected memory folks,
I have mentioned before.
But as the more of them appear,
From behind their closet doors...
It is believed their deeds are cleared,
As if wiped clean to be erased...
From school chalk boards.

No!
A price is always paid,
When one consciously does to others...
With a purpose to use to do a screwing.

Why is it people forget,
What it is they do to others...
When paybacks become due,
And are to them directed.
Time is on no one's side,
Just to let things slide by to hide and deny.

No!
A price is always paid,
When one consciously does to others...
With a purpose to use to do a screwing.