Empty Pockets

I reached the end of the longest road
And found a tollbooth there
Asking each who tried to cross
To pay a handsome fare
I dug in pockets that once were full
In search of something round
But empty hands came out the same
No payment could be found
“I spent it all to get me here”
Palms dripping with dread
“No entry without payment,”
Unforgiveness said
My pockets were far emptier
Than I expected them to be
When I reached the tollbooth
At the end of my street

Then Mercy said “This one’s on me”
The tollgate raised, and I was free.

mug from https://wellwateredwomen.com/

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