When I Was Little

WHEN I WAS LITTLE by JOHN M. ARRIBAS When I was little everyone was old or tall An innocence that spiraled into free fall Most everything then was black or white Most everything then was wrong or right I trusted anything that was dosed to me I thought all ideas were given motive free Then as I aged the white inched into to gray The black wasn’t as inky like on the first day Only natures action are faithfully true Veracity depends on “ what’s in it for you” The truth can be skewed to suit any end Omissions make deceit easy to comprehend The truth isn’t as clear as best I can recall Depends on the author, is it factual at all ? The truth can be hazardous to ones health It gets in the way of accumulating wealth Scams and shams should be an olympic sport Like sworn testimony in many a court Those guarantees that never will expire Save the certificates for starting a fire I am cynical, doubtful about any narration Fidelity is now a figment of my imagination It’s especially sad when the government lies No regard for the impact on peoples lives Those that are trustful keep close to you Force all others to prove they are true It’s easy to be honest, but easier to renege What the hell happened on the road to big