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. sp 2-1-10 [Posted in FML 6596]