The Cost Of It - A poem by J. M. Cavaness

The Cost Of It.

What does it cost to live?
What does it cost to die?
Who can an answer give
That does not make us sigh?

When you have paid for rent,
Taxes, insurance, grub,
Death may invade your tent^__
There is where comes the rub.

Doctors have heavy bills
Surgeons a costly knife;
Matters it not if pills
Poison the current of life.

If the grim monster comes,
What are your assets pray?
Hardly sufficient crumbs
Hunger of mice to stay.

And if your purse contains
Some of the shining dust,
All with your "last remains"
Goes to the coffin trust.

What of your wife and child,
Left in a cold, hard, world?
Does not your brain go wild,
With such emotions whirled?

Merciful God on high,
What would we mortals do,
If we were forced to buy
Mansions above the blue?

^__J. M. Cavaness.