No one can be ever be completely good or bad
Live makes us flit between happy or sad
No one is just clever we can all be fools
Whatever happens we are all life’s tools
Some our words they manipulate and us vexed
Repeat our words completely out of con-text.
False images are formed masquerading as truth,
This deception has been practiced by most since youth
But the truth will always win as it reveals itself gently,
The falsehoods appear and shrivel away sometimes slowly
So try stay true adapt as life’s makes us ebb and flow
Throughout our real true soul will truly show
However elaborate the lies, while the plain truth they refuse to accept
One day they have to face it and finally their lies will be met
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant poem Micron...and so right too...thank you...Fi 10