But Truth Is Life and Love Is So Very Much More

But Truth Is Life And Love Is So Very Much More Yes, these words do fly away from a poet's heart As I give mind, soul and my all, so let us start First comes is, world is evil and the earth is round Lightning strikes well before you hear the blasting sound Let us carry on with a few poetic words About life and this wide, wide world's vast teeming herds And this thing called humanity and its ways Maybe toss in Shakespeare and his fantastic plays Or not, since many think that wrong and thus object Poetry should be more than a fancy subject So we jump on to truth about Nature et al The resounding beauty of it in the late Fall How a walk in the woods can heal a troubled soul And ponder the why Life oft takes a heavy toll Or happiness is treasure that we know it be Our nation is a gem from sea to shining sea Why we seek a soulmate, we look for a true love And if we are smart we pray to our God above If worthy, we may live unto a ripe old age If greatly blessed, we may become an old sage That will gift the darken world in wisdom he shares Maybe write a bestselling book if anybody cares. A story well told about wild ways of ones' youth Must be presented with the wildness of its truth How so much was great fun but also was some bad Maybe its strange even with its joys and some sad But all in all, a poet many things may tell About this space down here between Heaven and Hell Lest I forget there are some that do not believe Live life as a gamble, with spaded ace up the sleeve Thinking it fable, so they can do as they please Or else play games ready made to deceive Life and love, a topic most people know about A great many live it all without a shout Some might even say, it is a beautiful thing They write their loving songs and so joyously sing But truth is life and love is so very much more A human has a soul so deep, deep in his core To more words and other written meanderings Any poet must know first his own beating heart Sharing the real truth first would always be his start I lived wild back then and loved with my all So when poetry summoned I answered its call Now to bring these meanderings to conclusion This mirage just shows, we are all an illusion. Robert J. Lindley, \ Rhyme date 1986, edit 1987, 2006