The Toll
Dave Oakes
The lady hides behind a pretty face
Which she allows the world to see
Getting by based on others grace
Believing that is how life should be.
The man dressed up in three piece suit
Feels he deserves righteous respect
While others belong under his boot
With no regard as to his affect.
The shabby little homeless one
Treated as garbage by one and all
Trying to live one more day in the sun
Looking for a way to stop the fall.
A child sitting in mothers lap
Contented and peaceful in her care
Soon to drift to dream filled nap
Imagining all the things it will one day dare.
What lurks beneath down in the soul
Often is hidden from the masses
Will become the price of our toll
When our time for life passes.
Some will have no charge to pay
While others will pay quite steep
No matter how you dress or what you say
You know how well you sleep.