Truth

A long sought gift yet despised when the time is wrong Not a Christmas present, not a toy, but a weapon of healing and harm Look not to the shadows for it but for relief A mirror gives some to eat, a child freely gives of it, but wise hold it A gem to the eye and salt to the wound Truth a word of pain and relief Able to cut deeper than bone Answers to questions that in the mind, drone Simple and delicate Easy to corrupt and decay Answer, is there anything as beautiful or precious as it So simple and beautiful yet easy to tarnish and scratch This gem called truth and salve called lies which is better A healing lie that leaves wounds open to infection Gives comfort and leads only to ruination That touches one soul and spreads like a web entangling all in Yet in the mist of the trouble that it causes it brings smiles to children when they hear the right one