The Truth

The Truth short poem

Photo by Celestine Chua


Trying to tell the truth seems but a losing battle
And speaking about what is correct a useless gamble
People just want to hear about fun and happiness
Yet there comes a time we must take life with seriousness
But if you try to do so nobody will even listen to you
Except a true friend who really cares about how you do
So when speaking to just acquaintances
Maybe its better just tell them no grievances
And speak only of love and tenderness
Just make people feel happy in life
And they will be attracted to you like moths to a light
But just try to give some serious advice
And people run from you like cat and mice.

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