The black sign in white roman font
Read like a lone favored star,
“Last Oasis on the Toll’s Way”.
Counting the change on the loose
Holding out for salvation’s pay
And dreading a bankrupt soul.
The road cares for neither side
Poor and rich will pass this way
All the same; cold.
A beautiful old church stands firm
Over the ugly; the strong; the weak -
Her empty arms welcome all.
At the last oasis along the toll way.
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