words & photos by robert burnham
THE LIE (a lifecycle)
©Robert Charles Burnham
It was little when it started
From just one set of lips parted
But towards the door it darted
And found its way outside.
Somebody added another word
While yet another overheard
Always growing more & more absurd
It soon spread far and wide.
All by itself it begat another
Bringing forth more errant brothers
Until the whole Truth was smothered
A person now, unjustly despised
A good name - laid to waste
By untrue words uttered in haste
And now, on my tongue - bitter taste
I'm so sorry that I Lied.
An evildoer listens to wicked lips; and a liar gives heed to a mischievous tongue. (Prov. 17:04)


Comments: 42
they are wrong~ Good work!
Thanks.
Lovely poem, my friend.
People have a need to run,,, so therefore a quick lie, which in itself grows to a bad ending,,,
Great poem Robert,,, Bless you,,,
oops that's a lie I'm not on my way to OK.
(but I will be on my way to Houston soon, think I found an apt today)
That means I was kidding, sweety.
I know it's just a poem. You don't have to get snippy.
"Beware of little white lies. Mosquitos drink more blood than lions."