Iambic Quadrameter poem

The Liar
By: Mitchell Lewis Nelson

It matters not what we have done,
Or where we’ve been, or have become,
If lies are all that leave our lips,
Our lives will be lost from our grip.

There was a man who lied a bit,
About some things that he shouldn’t,
Examples more than can be named,
But even then h’was not ashamed.

His friends all left, his wife divorced,
It seemed that things could not get worse,
But lies had cursed him in his mind,
And very soon the man went blind.

“I don’t need eyes,” the man would boast,
“I’ve been successful, coast to coast.”
Though loss of sight cause him much fear,
When days to come he couldn’t hear.

In constant darkness this man stayed,
And soon, so soon, he grew afraid.
Afraid of what he used to know,
Of what he left not long ago.

When winter came and cold came through,
The man had died, but no one knew,
He had nobody at his side,
And all of this because he lied.

It matters not what we have done,
Or where we’ve been, or have become,
If lies are all that leave our lips,
Our lives will be lost from our grip.