The Cost Of Life Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

The Cost Of Life



Is the licence fee
For life itself
The same for all?

Do we stand or fall
For some indemnity?

Life assured.
We pay the fee.
How come some are not so sure?

Some reach that pearly gate....

'Hey, Pete, we're early,
Any chance of a rebate? '

'No son, your life is done,
Now is another,
Go answer to your father.....'

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