Truth
TRUTH
Listen to the aged voice, they speak truths.
See him, he is many, men, women, and child.
My mother's old tongue speaks out of his mouth; every word I listen.
My father's eyes I see as he looks upon my face; worried and weary.
My child I see as a faint smile capture his face; I smile.
I see him, strong, yet modest; listening to his truths.
He is one of many this old soul which speaks to me.
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