by Carol Elizabeth Owens

The truth is never aloof
it delights in its own proof
rediscovers its lost youth
and conceals false roots.

The truth is present forever - 
it confuses the clever
whose loyalties are tethered
to falsity's fair-weather winds;

But where does truth begin?
Is it where lies end?
Or where illusions mend
the worn fabric of pretend?

Truth often comes and goes,
like a constant breeze that blows,
like a current stream it flows,
like a tune that we all know.

But like an old song
truth is often unsung;
while its melody is hummed
awaiting harmony in tongue.

Truth is like a scout
seeking itself out
when pretense creates
shadows of doubt.

Truth never overreaches,
is clever as it teaches;
gives no thought to giving speeches
and likes to practice what it preaches.

Truth is known to me and you
no matter what we do - 
one plus one is two
and truth is always true.

Truth by Carol Elizabeth Owens

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