Colin F. Jones

THE BIASED EYE

Sometimes, when looking with a biased eye,
One sees a meaning that does not exist
And reads true words, as they might seem to lie;
For what one thinks in viewing, still persists.
Tis often that one keen to make a point
Doth step too quickly through the varied field
And, in truth’s place, a falser scribe appoint;
That what was meant is left a trite concealed.
Oft folk do listen yet with not their ears,
For their reply is steadfast in their mind,
That tests the doubts that are their inner fears
Lest what they read therein, some truth they find.
Such is the etched description that denies reply
Upon the mind that never questions why.