The Tree of Truth

Out in the field of meriting,
Beside the tree of truth,
We walked along and talked when we
Were in the throes of youth.

You spoke of all the people you
Would help for free one day;
The years have gone, and sure enough
You’ve lived your life that way.

For young dreams are not foolish ones:
They give our life it’s savor:
The “you” you first saw in dreams
Has long-shaped your behavior —

Out in the field of meriting,
The snow has fallen white,
The tree of truth has lost its leaves,
But it will be alright

For you’ve been true to who you are,
To be the man you ought;
While I, your interlocutor,
Most certainly
Have not

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