Empty Pockets

I stand at the counter waiting to pay for what I know I’ve spent. My time, my talents, my energy, my love and my words. I empty my pockets and find there is nothing left. The line is long behind me and I realize my embarrassing situation. I can’t pay what I owe. The Clerk looks at me carefully and smiles, “I’ll pay what you owe daughter, it’s worth the price.”

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