These Uncomfortable Truths
The truth, slippery as an eel,
The truth, so hard to find -
Grasp it and it's gone
We carry on:
The years ahead, the years behind -
Find it we do:
In snatches, on days that go by,
On throwaway days, such as these.
Or in thick-set night
When we fight
Not to put out the light.
Not to put out the light
On skin as white as snow
And smooth as monumental alabaster;
Sometimes the truth hits us hard
Like ice, in the face,
On throwaway days,
Such as these.
