In the woeful days of tortured youth,
I shut my eyes to the flame of truth
And joked and jollied, sneered and jeered
To think that truth had disappeared.
To my green, unpractised mind,
Its leaving left a hole behind,
And, feeling jilted and annoyed,
I wandered in the endless void.
All the while, the truth stood by,
Content to watch me live a lie.
It’s only now I realise
That I’m the one who closed my eyes.
And so I simply open them
And see that life’s a flawless gem.

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