When I was ten, the truth was taught
By parents in their daily ways,
And teachers giving me a lot
Of lectures, books, and long essays.

When I was twenty, truth I sought
Myself in college on my own.
Professors stimulated thought
About convictions that had grown.

When I was thirty, truth was fraught
With doubts and questions from my life
That drowned in choices that did not
Agree with my life’s pains and strife.

When I was forty, truth was naught.
A mid-life crisis killed all things.
My marriage, hopes, and dreams were shot
To hell where gloom and sorrow springs.

When I was fifty, truth was brought
Back from the grave by grace and love.
I’d thought such things God did allot
To only holy saints above.

When I was sixty, truth was bought
By scars of suffering and pain,
Redeemed from hurts that I had got
From younger days when fools did reign.

When I was eighty, truth was wrought
Within my very heart and soul.
I’d let my selfish wantings rot
And felt at last that I was whole.

And then I laid down as I ought,
In soulful peace of heart and mind,
For I had finished having fought
The fight for truths which I did find.


(Photo by Supushpitha Atapattu)