Wednesday, January 07, 2009

pomes of buddy don: The Listener Will Understand

The Listener Will Understand
I try to write something everyday
A habit I’ve nourished for years,
But what do I write with nothing to say,
When silence has filled up my ears?

Sometimes, I suppose, one should simply desist
And let the day go without words,
But when they are swirling, who can resist,
Pretending that they might be birds?

O fly away little words, land in an ear,
Sing whatever you can,
Although your message is one I can’t hear
The listener will understand.

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