When Truth approached
My front porch
I turned down
Her friendly visit
I knew
She carried wearisome words
So I refused
To listen
I could ignore
The ringing
Dinging doorbell
By masking with singing
I could hide
In a back room
Turning out the lights
Pretending not to be home
But ringing became knocking
Pounding louder and louder
Until I the only reasonable choice
Was to open the door
Truth persisted
