Can only be handled
By the non-vocal few
While the fibbidlygibbits
Are babbling about stuff
And nonsense and ballyhoo.
Truth, in simple white light
Nitty-gritty, surveys time and tide
And casts its light over unfounded
Claims that cause it to almost
Render useless human ears that
Take in everything but the
It's-too-simple-to-be
Heart-felt truth.
2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem