Second Best Truth

. for public domain ( liberally inspired from Socrates' "second best account" from Plato's dialogue Phaedo ) Up the road a little and beside a pond, with a view of dew which she grew so fond, where she shed her Grace after her demise, and a lifetime of forgiven lies, near a wooden cross, a throw from an Oak, a Preacher preached with tears as he spoke, "We shall miss her kind voice, her soft embrace, miles of smiles from her pretty face, Though none of it real, we needed the show of what Life could be, and not what we know. To her old age, from the time of her youth she gave no care for low gestures of truth. So let us give praise for she who would lie, who faced Life truly with a heave and a sigh, but always looked Upwards for the Gift of Grace, and let that Truth shine from a suffering face."