Every Truth

A different tale.

If every truth I knew, I told,
I’d tell a different tale;
Of strength found in fragility,
Of stems unbowed by hail

For life is big, and merciless,
And friends are far and few –
But every truth that I might tell’s
Already known by you

If every truth that ever breathed
Could sing its song out loud,
There would be such a melody
As would attract a crowd

For life is grand, and beautiful,
And rarely gets its due –
But every truth that I might sing
Is known by me and you

To be a living, dying thing;
A Bonjour and Adieu
Yes, every single earthly truth’s
Already known
By you

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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