Hard Truths
By John Herlihy

Day dreams have their say,
Just show up as if wanting to play.
They arrive at the edge of the mind,
To bring lies of their own unique kind.
They linger around for a little while,
They have their own unique style.
Then, like mist, they just drift away,
What could they do for us anyway.

Often, hard truths come to stay, to stay,
In empty holes we have to pay, to pay.
We are here now for a time, for a time,
But we will be gone soon, gone soon.
We live our destiny somehow, somehow,
We take what comes anyhow, anyhow.
We love others; are loved by others, others,
We consider our friends as sisters, brothers.

Hard truths are not necessarily only hard,
They don’t just move in and leave us scarred.
Hard truths can be a form of enlightenment,
From nothing they give a form of entitlement.
One step, then another leads to a clear reality,
That unveils a glimpse at the universal totality.
The next time you are faced with a hard truth,
Consider it a tiny sip from the fountain of youth.