Sometimes It Hurts Too Much
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Luckily, during my eighteen years of nursing, I didn't have to lie too often but there were occasions when it was not just the right thing to do, it was the only thing to do, to prevent the guilt that another would feel simply because they had not been there when their beloved relative died.
Sometimes truth is not the best thing for someone to be told.
It may be in their best interests if you decide to withhold
A piece of news that will haunt and may lead to misery.
So a liar you become and although that may well be
The right thing to do, it will not stop you feeling guilt,
And you will erode the foundations of any trust built.
If the lie involves telling, it was a very peaceful death,
When you know their loved one fought for every breath,
After they have gone, thanked you for all you’ve done,
That untruth will then prevent any healing rays of sun
From giving you peace, for easing your troubled mind,
For it will be harder to forget the details and you’ll find
That you’ll see that dead face floating time and time again
Before your eyes, and you’ll relive the anguish and pain.
You’ll know you did right but you’ll feel very insecure
In your belief, in your honesty, for you can be very sure
The relatives you helped were at the cost of your code
Of morality: they’ll probably never realise that you’re owed
A great debt of gratitude for the burden you took on,
When you told that little lie about their loved one who’s gone.
Copyright © Mavis Jackson | Year Posted 2017
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