Those that know don't speak,
those that speak don't know,
the truth becomes something we tweak,
dependant on what we want to show.
For a long time it had seemed,
Life began looking like I had dreamed,
Oh how my smiles and laughter beamed,
Memories of fun flashed and streamed.
Starting at the bottom and going up,
learned to take my time to fill my cup,
they say all old dogs once were pups,
trained to manage for no hiccups.
It's said in managing people all's fair game,
If the game goes wrong you get the blame,
learn which things to hide including your shame,
your souls secrets unknown but not your name.
Charge ahead with time you'll start losing steam,
Life's good lessons may begin losing their gleam,
the works exhilaration ends or starts getting lost,
the keeping of secrets always has its cost.
It maybe for our Nation's security,
even when you're suffering and dying in obscurity,
we keep our secret interests hidden intact,
when projects come into the blue from out of the black.
Any awards and mementos you get,
won't replace lost friends or the health problems you beset,
like the disposal systems that are known,
you've long earned a burn box of your very own.
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