once upon a time



Words swirl all around though
No ones listening so busy putting their point
Of view across they cannot hear, nor do they
Really wish to know what is
Being expressed by their friends

Of to the side I espies the silent listener
Always quiet, always listening, trying to cut
Into the hubbub of conversation then drawing
Back when he /she realizes it's pointless no ones listening
Only talking, emptiness expressed in their point of view
 Talking aimless inanities shamelessly boring
Though believing they are scoring points by interrupting you

Then the silent listener realizes he can talk to someone who
Always listening even sometimes suggesting actions
In his quiet way the silent listener hears the words
And knows there is one who is there to turn to
He may not understand this; all he needs to do is accept
that the man who really talks is also the silent listener

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