The rest of our lies, the last of our truth
Delivers us wrapped, in garments of youth.
Scorned by the pain of Life as we grew
The garments are torn almost in two.
The twisted excuse, The trusted belief
The fools we become distilled in the grief
The answers we seek,to questions we asked
The face of our own tis now put a mask.
The lives that we live around what we need.
Is forged by world of anger and greed
And the things we desire and long so to find
Are those of the heart unaltered by mind.
And yet we will settle for what seems to be
Until the heart sees it true and Truth sets us free
February 25th 1999
-
Author:
Laurie christine (
Offline) - Published: December 24th, 2020 03:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
Offline)
Comments2
wonderful flow,
happy holidays
Thank you happy holidays to you too
Nicely written. Have a Happy Holiday and Seay Safe.
Thank you happy holidays to you too
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.