The Truth
The truth is a mountain
Encamped in thoughts above;
Revealed in cares and woes,
In daily highs and lows,
In whispered tales nobody knows.
Truth is the chainsaw
And the fighting cocks,
The rolled umbrella,
The undistinguished socks.
Truth is East,
Truth is West,
Truth is what you once did best.
Truth is those who fail the test.
The ones who succeed,
What truth do they need?
Stephen Gospage
Sun 27th Jun 2021 17:10
Leon, many thanks for being stimulated by the socks! And thanks to everyone else who liked this poem.