Beautiful Lies

I recently read a poem in which one line referred to “beautiful lies”, which on the surface, would appear to be an oxymoron.  But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.  How often do we say something that we know isn’t true or may not be, as a kind gesture.  Each week, as I wander the halls of the nursing home where I volunteer, I see the faces of yesterday, many with vacant or hollow eyes.  I greet many of them and find myself saying things that are purely to make a positive statement (accompanied by a smile) even though I know much of what I say is suspect at best.  These, I guess are my beautiful lies.

One of the residents is a man who loves to play Cribbage.  So each week, we drag out his board and a deck of cards and play a few games.  He has congestive heart failure and knows he will not survive his stay.  Yet, I find myself saying things that would contradict that result.  Beautiful lies.  He knows it, and so do I.  But I do it anyway.  I cannot do any different.

I justify my behavior by rationalizing that everyone does it.  It is inherent within us, I think, to spare someones feeling by bending the truth.  Is that so wrong?  I don’t know.  I think not.  We all have enough problems getting by without someone reminding us of the negatives.  So I probably won’t change.  I will continue to say what I think is right .  I believe it is sometimes better to communicate with my heart instead of my conscience.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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1 Response to Beautiful Lies

  1. A Dog With Fleas says:

    I don’t think there is anything at all wrong with it. Why not offer the man kind words and hope? What you do is a beautiful thing and you shouldn’t change that at all.

    And thank you for following my blog. I look forward to catching up with yours.

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