The Golden Mean A friend of mine believed The road to riches lay In telling people things about themselves They didn’t know He soon discovered too much truth Proved indigestible So he adjusted his approach To spin tall tales Just temporarily, of course, As bait But they were hard to swallow And as sure a means To land him in the soup It took a while to ascertain A half-baked version Took the cake And happily ever since No-one has questioned his Voracity ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, Sinking In, One Hundred Poems, 2013 |