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Long ago, I met someone
who bent my eager ears.
He displayed the widest smile
and held me captive many years.
His words seemed very humble,
a pleasant, healing sound,
so he was followed closely by
this unsuspecting hound.
He wore the newest clothes
and stories he could tell!
He seemed to be familiar and
I thought I knew him well.
I did see all his actions
and followed in his thought.
I sometimes noticed dancing
in all his wayward talk.
So as he seemed to sparkle,
brighter than his youth,
I finally asked the question,
"Was he a lie or was he truth?"
The man I met was not so good -
although at times was fun,
but he surely wasn't really me
I hid the real one...
Was I just an empty suit,
a giant human fake?
If that were true, I'd have to be
the greatest grand mistake.
As it is with all of us -
throughout the human race,
the man we must address some day
resides behind our face.
You might think insignificant -
and maybe somewhat odd -
but one day soon the real you -
will step before our God.
For only truth will win for sure
when all is said and done,
a casket will not close on two -
but on the real one.
©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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