I became tangled in a lie;
So embarrassed I could cry.
More lies can’t get me out of it.
My friends believed me – every bit.
I just can’t admit the truth,
Too old to blame it on my youth.
Until someone confronts me to my face
I’ll hide my sin, and keep a smile in place.
I sometimes wonder if they notice
These lies make me look quite atrocious.
*Old adage: You made your bed, now lie in it.
Image: Julien Tabet
Photo challenge #275: Write poem or short story about photo
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Makes one think about consequences doesn’t it.
We delude ourselves into thinking the evidence doesn’t follow us!