The cost of every tear you shed <br />Was dearer than my wounded heart could hold. <br />To keep alive what should be dead <br /> <br />Was unimpressed within my head, <br />And I prefered to fend off being told <br />The cost of every tear you shed <br /> <br />Could agonize, but sought instead <br />To kindle up the embers nearly cold <br />To keep alive what should be dead. <br /> <br />But soon I learned where this had led, <br />Admitting what I'd bought were better sold. <br />The cost of every tear you shed, <br /> <br />The weight of gold, the weight of lead, <br />Is all alike, yet blind you still make bold <br />To keep alive what should be dead. <br /> <br />And any man would face with dread <br />Each numbing straw you spin to chains of gold, <br />The cost of every tear you shed <br />To keep alive what should be dead.<br /><br />D A Phinney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cost-of-every-tear-you-shed/
