"The price for living"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.
I
The Blood pooled under the body that was his
He used to wonder how the end would be...
He knew now what happened and would never wonder again
It was his friend pointing a gun to the back of his head...
II
He saw him there at the back of the alley
His face contorted with so much pain
They grew up to together , facing life together
and he knew that with his death he had nothing to gain
III
He smiled because he knew the answer right away
His friend was never the type to do nothing for nothing
He knew and wished him well...
His death was his price for living...
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