Age hasn't softened me

Age hasn’t softened me Weakened me a bit, perhaps I speak of a truth I’ve earned Cherish the right to speak it Often to the trees and stars Sometimes cursing those in cars I ponder often the mystery of Whose truth is truer Can all truth’s be true Or must one concede Tap-0ut in accepted defeat My mother told us “the truth only hurts when it’s supposed to.” A mentor told me “the truth is true and all is well Unconquerable life prevails” A less reliable figure told me “kid, there’s a bit of a lie in every truth” A cynic once shouted “if a lie of the blackest will save ya Then lie while ya have the breath in ya” Therefore I lie in the truth Telling artfully truthful lies Teasing forth from the unaware The truth of their lies And what lies in their truths