Why do people live? A limerick
“Why do people lie?” the young girl said
Fore lies formed a tizzy in her little head
I pondered why truth
More common in youth
Would fall less important in life ahead
“The truth is too hard,” I said skeptically
“That’s stupid” the youth said with levity
Such bluntly put fact
Had urgent impact
Maybe age adds merely complexity
Fore the young girl was right
Deceptions harsh smite
Could be avoided,
So she was appointed
To lead the truthful acts fight
“Honesty’s the best policy” she preached
With juvenile words my sheltered heart unleashed
I called up my mother,
My sister and brother,
And claimed my sinful words impeached
I called my school teacher,
My best friend, the preacher,
Thats how I start
My change of heart
Honesty my most prominent feature
And now, here we stand
Her small hand in my hand
Spreading our logic
That lies are a toxic
Unjust act we cannot withstand
So take this to bed;
Put on your small head
And be a true child
Let yourself smile
Let dishonesty be dead