Not Right: a cinquain

A bit
of sound advice:
if you believe a thing
to be the truth, don’t keep it out
of sight.

For truth
can’t stand the dark.
It pines if locked up tight,
and sometimes will grow sick and die,
or fade

away;
and then, you’ve got
mere memory and dust.
How sad! That your foundation stone
should end

like that.
It’s truth, by god,
piece of eternity,
and you’ve just left it there to die.
Not right.

29 APR 2011

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