I came across this piece I’d written almost forty years ago and was quite prepared to relegate it to my personal slush pile or trash it. But, I do believe, we’re all rather attached to our own creations so I didn’t. Then at one of our poetry meetings David Hollywood asked us to write a poem about justice and present it at the following meeting. Since this was my own creation albeit many years before, I decided to read it to the group. And now I offer it to you. I’m curious, does it in any way give away the difference in age?
What is truth?” said jesting Pilate
As he mocked the Prince of Peace
The saddest fact that now remains
The scorner’s sentiment’s increased
And ‘truth’ having gone through much change
Now goes around in guises strange