Poetry

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What's a simple, solid truth? Is it something not so real?
Because it doesn't fit our wishes - just isn't how we feel?

If it's something in the past, not necessarily cast in stone -
Then we all can make it live - and say Columbus came alone...

If it's only what we want and the truth is but a quiz -
Then wars will be increasing as we lack what truly is....

Truth eludes the greatest men - to them that know their goal -
If it isn't what they wanted, they'll just take another poll.

So if truth is always different - let's paint ‘black’ the same as ‘white’;
Though we'll toss and turn for hours - with a shallow, sleepless night.

"Two wrongs don't make a right," it was said so long ago.
And truth will hurt a whole lot more - when we say it isn't so.

The truth is very special. It's not for us to claim -
So don't strut around parading - and let others take the blame.

The truth is very simple - but we must be on our guard.
And as much as we can want it, thirty inches makes no yard.

The truth is all but buried - in this world of selfish woe;
So is money our new friend - as our friends become our foe?

So let me summarize this all. The truth shall never die.
It’s there to be discovered and will surface - by and by.

To be honest with our selves - the whole world must all confess -
Truth is truth and that is all - nothing more and nothing less.

©2006 louis gander (4-13-06) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
www.ganderpoems.org/

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