What Cost?

Your humanity,

your life,

your soul;

what cost this freedom?

Broken bodies,

broken promises,

broken lives,

broken dreams;

what price to be

a man?

Life is but moments,

moments of laughter,

moments of joy,

moments of sorrow,

moments of suffering,

every minute a struggle,

every second another

missed opportunity;

in the end they fade.

I wish I could

have been better;

a better father,

a better husband,

a better brother,

a better son,

a better friend;

that somehow

I could have been

more than what

I was.

For now we say goodbye,

yet still it does

not end,

this too is just

another moment;

fading like the evening sun.

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