A misconception
Often hidden, a lie
Gathers swiftly
Tongues wag

Eager voices trill
Rapid babbles cut
The truth
No longer heeded

Scoffed, by they who
Know nothing, yet
Pretend to know
Deceive the trust

Once given freely
No longer begs the notion
Decline settled in
Aged , unforgiven

Authors note:  I am challenging myself to write 30 poems in 30 days.  It’s been a while since I put my writing first.  This feels wonderful!

©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by Grae Dickason from Pixabay