Quid Pro Quo

Will you ever reach the summit 

With all stretched below 

When after all you’ve faced 

Has become a flickering glow 

After all the difficult tries 

And the whispering echoes 

The dilemmas and the fears 

From things you didn’t know 

When it all tumbles down 

Like a whiteout blizzard's snow 

When there’s no turns left 

Where you didn’t already go 

You thought the end was near 

After the hurricane’s blow 

But your angel didn’t come 

With a clearer path shown 

When you didn’t stay in hell 

But were there to say hello 

And you bartered with Satan 

Another quid pro quo 

You tried to speed real fast 

But could only move in slow 

What is there that’s left? 

More dues that you now owe 

For the life that you have lived 

And the wild oats you sowed 

It's the levy that you pay 

For the final quid pro quo

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.