No More Secrets (abridged)
– © 2005 L. Dudley

There are no more secrets.
Only the discretion as to whom you tell your truth.
With maturity, age, and hopefully some wisdom, you may achieve the gift of knowing who you are and being truthful with yourself.

And there are no secrets.

There are no secrets because at the end of these tales, there isn’t always a happy end.
There are the finally betrayals, the funerals, the distance discords and what you remembered so fondly is amputated.

And there are no secrets because you know what the truth is. You’ve grown to accept the truth for what it is.

And you are no longer a child, and your father has passed on, and a disease has attacked your friend’s memory, and the kids have moved away.
It has been a long life, your life.

And the memories are now what you have, but you don’t change the endings.

Because there are no more secrets
and it is the truth in those memories that keep you company.

And it’s the truth in those memories that you share with those that are willing to listen.

And there are no secrets