Truth. Is poetry... by GA Whittaker

I can tell you now a truth

And put it into words of verse and rhyme,

Or just wrap it into long strands of time

And let it out one word to smooth and chime.

My poetry is all I have.

I may be of a mind to hide the full course

Of all that happened 

And not to say it as it was.

And keep it as a dark horse

And keep it wrapped.

What would I gain from saying now

The full truth of that time and place?

And spare you despair and vow

Never to believe me again-

And rest in my disgrace.

So poetry is my vessel of truth,

To use words and mix the analogies of me.

So that I may continue to enjoy my youth

And tell you only what I choose for you to see.

And let the rhymes of life continue to deceive.