The Story
He pretends to be what he is not,
a borrowed reality shapes his suit,
cuts his cloth. He imagines himself
reflected in mirroring eyes.
Upon a day, grey haired, and weary
he sits down and will not get up
until others cajole him
with more sincerely held lies.
This is his sad story and yours,
it is a true story,
one we all have put together
and collaborated upon.
One day you all may sit down
and refuse to rise.
Let us hope you have liars
for friends.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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