Everything Comes at a Cost

Everything comes at a cost.

I did not know the value of things until I grew up.

Growing up I was used to have everything handed over to me.

Then came adulthood, and I realized

You have to work for the things you want.

See that pair of shoes? That pair will cost you a day's worth of work.

I did not know the value of things until I became an adult.

Now that I work to buy what I want, I know what that pair of shoes cost.

I know that my mom didn't get them for free when I was ten

But back then, I didn't know

that everything comes at a cost.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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