He had a little truth;
He held it with his might.
A little, shining thing
To get him through the night.
Someone with wider eyes
Showed him a bigger truth:
Something to tantalize:
Truth upon truth on truth!
Truth threatened all he knew.
His precious world went turvy.
Truth used to be so straight,
And now it was so curvy!
He cut his truth in two.
(It was easier to hold.)
Half went into the bin.
Half he held till he sold.
(This poem first appeared at the VeteransNewsNow.com site in February,2018)
This poem first appeared at the VeteransNewsNow.com site in February,2018.
This poem first appeared at VeteransNewsNow.com in February,2018.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Gary, such an interesting poem..10++++