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Maligned
© May 1, 2008, Roy Stucky

After all of my adventures
Used the surf to hide a reef,
Even keels lie on the bottom
As I tread in unbelief.

If companions then could see me
Cooking turnips in the sand,
They'd wonder what had happened
But I doubt they'd understand.

I'm weary sorely beaten down
And feel like giving in.
I've been around enough to know
I'm never going to win.
But then I hear these words and think
How often I've been blind.
Perhaps the truth that seems extinct
Has simply been maligned.