COUNT THE COST
What if when you finally find the key
you can’t trace your way back to the door?
What if that milestone you want to hit wrecks your vehicle?
What if you find out that the trophy is made of clay
just after you’ve sacrificed your soul?
What if you wind up so exhausted that you are fast asleep
when your savior calls?
What if I titled this poem ‘look before you leap’
would you always remember to count the cost?