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
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Robert Lindley
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