Again I carefully read the ad
Listing skills that I still had
I knew that I could qualify
If I could tell a Small White Lie
The problem was my date of birth
The many years I'd lived on Earth
Was something I could not reveal
I must create an age Not Real
I hurried to the job location
Uneasily made application
The room was small, devoid of noise
In mid-air now my pen was poised
The time had come, I must decide
How old I was- and so I lied
Soon an interview took place
I met the lady, face to face
She read my page, I saw her pause
It was My Age, --- that was the cause
She said "I now must verify
Your legal status so may I
Just see your driverís license, please"
My flushing face showed my unease
I stuttered, "Oh, itís in the car!
Iíll go and get it, itís not far."
She smiled and said "Thatís quite alright."
I quickly rose, and then took flight
A famous poet, Iíll never meet
Had this to say about deceit
"Oh, what a tangled Web we weave
When first we practice to deceive"
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