Chapter 717
Trouble Listening
People can converse and talk
Are spoken words just noise
Maybe they're the precursor
To someone's games and ploys
It's the ones that are held dear
Who the words we want them to hear
Maybe they can touch and endear
To let them know we're sincere
What do words really say
What do they really mean
Can they reach the one we want
So that we will be seen
Like sand in the wind
Things will come and go
Sometimes they can happen fast
Most of the time they're slow
The message we wanted to convey
Should be bright and glistening
It never is that way for long
When one has trouble listening
Nobody