The Cost Poem by William Mowell

The Cost



A man leads his life
All by his self
He leaves it all behind
Left on a basement shelf

Set free from restraints
To live the life he dreams
To love the pretty ladies
To muffle out the screams

God rest his mortal soul
For he has not a clue
The life that he dreams of
Can't be fixed with glue

Love was found
And love was lost
He couldn't have realized
The disastrous cost

The one that he wants
Is five miles behind
The one that he fucks
Is far from his mind

A single kiss tears a hole
Of a man that hasn't a clue
For the love that has the cost
Of a woman that never knew

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William Mowell

William Mowell

West Palm Beach, FL
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