‘Tis not that I have
only little to say
(today)
my use of words
is the wrong way
my peeps aren’t worth a pop
my pennies are in pesos
Tho’ the flow
never ceases
the spring cannot unsprung
I dam it up
the words get too eager beaver
and my teeth stick out
(so I shut my mouth)
‘Tis loud in my head
the din always wins
despite nothing said
relentless ringing, chiming,
rambling and gambling
that silence will only
be truly mine
upon death-
I’m not in line for that
(yet)...
At times like these
‘tis my regret
to be resigned
to quietly waiting
with unwanted words,
the line I’m in
is not moving…
Image By Luther C. Goldman, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
