Oh, of myself and the truth All the promises I make Then do not keep I forsake myself No one else knows Or has the power To set me straight on the path Isn’t that the truth? Only one person can do it And that person is me A coward Standing tall with proclamation Then stumbling and falling But never calling for help Oh, I know the truth Especially my own Know what it will take Have been here before Now, again, I’ll take a stand Outline what I already know Put myself in the position of go Falling snow has its truth Sometimes wild and crude Then thaw followed by freeze Roads icy, bouncy; absence of ease It tells us its wintertime Nothing for sure will be fine We will be stuck on the incline I know my own truth I have been uncouth Lying to myself with ease Blaming whatever including The frosty winter breeze Pacifying myself with avariciousness Now vowing to remove this mess Stanski February 4, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 