The Loan

What's the price? I asked of him, the owner of the store.
Or should, I thought, seek shelters where the have so many more?

The price I paid that sunny day,was nothing I had known.
For money wasn't all of it, he was but just a loan.

I paid with heart, with every time, a snuffle or a sneeze.
The years went by, pieces of heart so many just like these.

Thoughout those years a bigger piece, each time we saw "the man".
"Oh fix him please, oh can you please?" He said, "Oh yes I can."

Then came the day when money not, nor tears could make him well.
Was this the loan I'd heard about, the tolling of the bell?

One single tear, a thousand more, twas time to say goodbye.
To pay my loan, and send him home...I felt that I would die.

With all the pieces of my heart, with tears on my cheek hot.
I paid my loan, I sent him home, alas with money not.

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                                          2-1-10

[Posted in FML 6596]