Seldom is truth to live and witness,
Has left those regretting to know...
The possessing of it,
Leaves others depressed and defensive.
Truth to value can not be rated to impress.
And priceless is its preciousness.
Some make attempts to manipulate its worth.
By dragging it through mud.
Or throwing upon it created dirt.
For the purpose to prove truth is useless.
Truth to value can not be rated to impress.
And priceless is its preciousness.
Things to obtain eventually fade to dust.
Much like a trust to discover,
A deception allowed turns that trust into rust.
To never again appear as it was to begin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem