What is truth?
Is it what’s wrong
And what’s right?
As clearly defined
As dark is from light?
Nay! Tis but one’s opinions
One’s heartfelt, sincere belief
That to one brings happiness,
While to another
Brings but grief.
Evil to one
Is goodness to another
The difference is in
The mind of the beholder
Truth is a lie…
As seen by my eye
That’s the truth
(tho’ I truly could be mistaken)
I believe as I grow older.
What’s right? What’s wrong?
What’s bad? What’s good?
What’s weak? What’s strong?
I’d tell you if I could.
Truth is no more than mist
And lies no more than sighs
Both fall prey to turns and twists
Borne on whispers and cries
But in truth and forsooth,
I’d be lying If I said that I knew.
For whatever one believes
(to that person)
…Is the truth…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem