Awake. Alone. Here's Truth's approach.
His knock comes lightly at my door.
I whisper that which is my woe
And Truth says only -Told you so.
And though he utters nothing more
I know that face of mute reproach.
A loving friend I've ill-ignored
Who's never left my stubborn side
He wanly stares and shrugs a smile
As if to say -But all the while...
But patiently he'll still abide
Until I let him through the door.
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