<div style="font-size:10pt;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;color:black;"><div id="AOLMsgPart_2_88f1e866-5fce-4396-bbd3-e9786b9236f1">167 words <br><br>A Price to Pay
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<p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday and the day before,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">my scarred, wrinkled, age-worn hands worked</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">the cold dark Earth of middle March,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">digging and pulling lush chickweed,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">whose pertinacious roots grow deep --</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">its tiny greedy rambling leaves</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">claiming every patch of soil.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">These hands and wrists once invincible,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">these arms that once knew no limits,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">now strain in miserable pain</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">and become fatigued too quickly</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">in these early morning freezes.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Though I am old and declining,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">my garden is forever fresh.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But its beauty would be blighted,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">were it not for care and toil.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Last night my body protested</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">the waking hours’ hard labor,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">rousing me at four in the morning</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">to exact payment for misuse,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">denying me the peace of sleep.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">And yet, today I labor on,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">fearing the toll that must be doled.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">How powerful the luring call</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">to one who would work a planting bed,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">that he would sacrifice his slumber</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">and his body’s normal comforts</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">for the sake of his dream garden.</p>
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