The truth about honesty
By David Smith November 4, 2014
An old retired vet taught honesty to me;
A lie that he regretted in his youth, you see;
He was a young officer and fresh off the press;
Visited an aunt in England for a little bit of rest.
A cute young boarder was attracted to his eye;
And he told her tales and stories, and more than one little lie;
He loved her dearly and she loved him a lot;
He dropped her like a hot potato from the tangled web it brought;
He did not know for certain if she loved him for what he was;
Or for the tales and stories, that caused a little buzz;
His aunt could not understand how both got so hurt;
All because of dishonesty, he was the lying jerk;
Being dishonest with a woman, to be something you are not;
To be the fabrication, or the truth within, that we have got.
If he only told the truth he would know for sure;
If the love was genuine, so all could endure.
He lived to be over ninety, and his past is laid to rest
An old retired vet, his wisdom I love best.