Truth Doesn’t Age

The stars burn out, the mountains fall,

Empires give way, kings shrink small.

Yet through the dust of fractured years,

Time or tears, Truth remains,

wears no wrinkle, bends no knee;

History does not sway Truth.

While voices fade and fashions change,

Truth hums the song it forever played.

With lies on parade, flinching does not enter the picture,

nor bruising, nor wilting, jade.

Weaving beneath our elaborate plans,

Truth is the keeper of dreams, in silence.

While fragile towers are sculpted,

while vibrant lies paint the world,

Truth remains;

plain, raw, unpolished,

a pillar, a fabric, the marrow of our name.

Bare, even as Time wears a mask,

Truth stands:

forever, tireless, ageless.

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