The Traveler And Truth

The Traveler And Truth

Once traveling, I’d come upon

A girl in some deserted place,

Had an expression woebegone

Worn over her appealing face.

I asked the woman who she was,

Albeit “Truth” then she replied.

I asked her why?—more curious—

Considering where she’d abide.

Then she replied, “It used to be

I walked among my fellowmen

Because they had to do with me

But now it’s not as it was then;

Because they were unused to lie,

But lies leaving me nothing true

To talk about with them, is why

There’s no one for me to talk to.”