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Little Lie
I chose to tell my Little Lie
To the world, and to a friend –
Just this once – myself I told –
And never more again
I spoke it nonchalantly
Yet – slowly – did exhale
My breathing thin and shallow
I struggled to inhale
It dropped into the Lap of Time
As if it there belonged
Perfect as the perfect chord
Within the perfect song –
At first ‘twas held in high regard
By Universal Sign
By Pundit and by Media
The praise was mine – all Mine!
For days I reveled – Revered! –
By throngs and multitudes
High upon my perch I sat
My claim to fame approved –
Though Grace and Fortune smiled on me
My Inner State – Rebelled –
-- Tightropes pale in mock compare
To Nerves so overwhelmed!
And then the sleight unraveled
‘Twas but a Blue Bird’s call
And then the Little Lie I told
With me – in flames – did fall
Copyright ©
John Oldham
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