Price Tags Poem by Bill Grace

The young man in court
At the beginning of that long day
Did not know that there were price tags
Attached to his actions.

He thought he was free to act
By enpanellment of the jury
He knew that he was not
And that the price tag
He had failed to turn over
Was twenty to twenty five years
In state prison when convicted.

In my sunset life
I need to learn from this young man
And try to do a better job
Of turning over the price tags
Before I buy.