A lie's truth
Our saviour subject to his parents at Nazareth by John Rogers Herbert - Victorian Web Why do I have to lie? Why not? Will they believe your truth? They won't, they can't But I wish they could What a waste of wish, on a thought that is childish? They played an immense role, at-least till you were eighteen. But in your life, like in the movies, their short appearance is over, and now, you lead it till the 'the end.' But they are my DNAs, Well, so is our African mother. and have been with me in all the chilly Januarys and the sunny Mays. Hey, now you are mixing the two! The facts of life and the vulnerable you. How can I let them go? Who said you have to? You did! Really, did I? My apologies, then. And we should start again. When you were a child You were innocent and wild So much to learn, so much to find The truth of your life which is unique like your DNA You are theirs,