The Truth Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos
The Truth
I used to laugh with things
that don't sound funny anymore.
I used to cry for things
that now are beyond crying.
I used to say life is great,
but now I think life is grey.
I used to watch the clouds passing,
but now I feel wars amassing.
I used to believe in things,
I'm sure about them no more.
I used to hear the rain at dawn,
but now I'm longing for times foregone.
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8/28/2026 6:39:17 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Amigo della fuerto anemio sometimes the real Truth is hard to wear and true Lies have to disguise.But life is a merry go round and soon your lucky number will appear... All the best and more Roger