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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
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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