Real Truth Poem by Tim Labbe
Real Truth
Fixing a fence, I was
interrupted by a little boy.
'Mister, ' he asked, 'are you
a old person? '
'Well, ' I said, 'what do YOU
think? '
He replied, 'I think you're
REALLY old.'
For the truth, ask a Child.
For puffery and praise, Adults
are always eager to lie to you.
The truthfulness of innocence, we lose on our way to adulthood. Pertinent and beautiful poem. Skilful narration.5 *s
Thank you, once again, Unnikrishnan. It is sad how, as we grow older, lies come out of our mouths with regrettable ease.
Thanks Linda. I loved it when he asked me, 'are you a old person.' Not 'are you a old man.' So unexpected. Out of the mouths of babes lol.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/4/2023 4:13:19 PM # 1.0.0.1113
you hit it out of the park with this one
Thank you, LeeAnn. I'm always grateful for the honesty of children. Humbled..., but grateful : )