tHe haPPy grOUch

tHe haPPy grOUch

Thursday, April 25, 2013

One lie told can equal a thousand;
the weight of one lie is as burdensome as many.
And as devastating.

There is no good lie,
a lie told out of the best intentions is still a lie.
And does not convey the best intent.

There is no simple lie,
as though the grass were said to be purple.
A creative story is still a lie.

A thousand lies in one may be forgiven;
one lie can be conquered by a future of truths.
But when one lie becomes two or three,
repeated by time and history,
the weight becomes too massive to bear.

My back is breaking.