Young Truth was a beauty
And lived in hearts and minds
Her bed was hard and straight
And her house was full of doors.
Truth smiled upon its mother
She was the youngest of virtues
Yet the best and a bright light,
She could defend herself with a word.
Yet, man spoiled her fields
So, she ate no breakfast
She had no dinner at noon
And for supper she bit her empty tongue.
Every morning she started fresh
She inked out her words
She wove her tales and sang
Yet, many rushed away.
The many gave their words without her
They forgot her strength
They forgot her beauty
Rumors are she died long ago.
About the Creator
Joseph McCain
I love my wife. I love my children. And I had a 30 year love affair with newspapers.
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