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A Lie when the Truth would Do
early morning
few hours before daybreak
August hot time even that early
walked down a road
leaving my hometown before daylight
few dollars in my pocket
going west, young man, going west
by thumb most of the way
why you going to California
those who stopped to pick me up
wanted to know
looking for my momma
my reply
it was a lie
a lie twice
my lie
Sam and Orean's lie
cause that's the lie they told me
when I asked them about my
real mother
often wondered how my life would have been
if they'd
just told me the truth
if they hadn't lied
just told me the truth
but I knew they were both lying
could it all have been avoided
my scrapes with the law
how I treated my women
my kids
many things I hang my head about now
hang-ups personified
all because one question
was met with lies
that and
the beatings
I think I could have overcome the beatings
it was the lies that did me in
I know, I know, kids are
suppose to rise about these childhood traumas
some can't
whadda you do then
for a lot of people
you give back what you had to take
I did
sorry to say
I foisted upon others my burden
except the lies
made it a point to never lie
that's something
I guess
İFebruary 23, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
few hours before daybreak
August hot time even that early
walked down a road
leaving my hometown before daylight
few dollars in my pocket
going west, young man, going west
by thumb most of the way
why you going to California
those who stopped to pick me up
wanted to know
looking for my momma
my reply
it was a lie
a lie twice
my lie
Sam and Orean's lie
cause that's the lie they told me
when I asked them about my
real mother
often wondered how my life would have been
if they'd
just told me the truth
if they hadn't lied
just told me the truth
but I knew they were both lying
could it all have been avoided
my scrapes with the law
how I treated my women
my kids
many things I hang my head about now
hang-ups personified
all because one question
was met with lies
that and
the beatings
I think I could have overcome the beatings
it was the lies that did me in
I know, I know, kids are
suppose to rise about these childhood traumas
some can't
whadda you do then
for a lot of people
you give back what you had to take
I did
sorry to say
I foisted upon others my burden
except the lies
made it a point to never lie
that's something
I guess
İFebruary 23, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
Published 25th Apr 2017
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25th Apr 2017 1:01am
Jerry a very painful, honest write..
& no you never lie you are always straight up with what you say..
I love you for that & many other reasons..
fantastic writing..
love Brenda
& no you never lie you are always straight up with what you say..
I love you for that & many other reasons..
fantastic writing..
love Brenda
Sweet, sweet Brenda, I thank you a thousand times for your comment. I was sixteen years old when I confronted them and asked who was my real mother. As the poems title says, they gave me A Lie when the Truth would Do.
25th Apr 2017 1:29am
25th Apr 2017 2:43am
Oh yes, yes indeed, Unleashed, you are one hundred percent correct.. Thank you for the read and comment.
25th Apr 2017 12:18pm
Jerry, my friend, this is, for a faint hearted person like me- a hard read. No, am not talking about the qaulity ofthe poem- just the subject. And can't honestly even imagine a day in a tough life like this. Yes, a bitter truth is in fact far more effective in healing than a sweet lie. A moving read would, for me be an understatement!
Warm regards
KDAmB
Warm regards
KDAmB
25th Apr 2017 1:24pm
What a sincere and wonderful response to my poem, KDAmB. Thank you so much.
