The Only Truth

I took the only truth I know
And let it go, out on the bay;
An autumn day, in years gone by —
I still cannot say why.

I took that truth, my only one,
And bade it run, or swim, or fly
To satisfy, or ratify
Some need I had for alibi —

But truth is fleeting in its grasp,
The heart we hold, the hand we clasp,
We watch just drift off in their time,
A listless-gestured pantomime —

I took the only the truth I had
Of son and dad, of dad and son,
My only one, and let it go:
But why, I do not really
Know

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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