I Don'T Talk Much Anymore
I hardly understand ye anymore…
Ye speak so softly
And my hearing it’s gone poor
Ye go all angry on me
When I misunderstand...It’s walkin’ on eggs
When I walk through the door
I hold my tongue now
It’s rarely I speak…and
When I do It’s no more than a wee squeak
It’s hard to speak to ye
When I canna hear your reply
And I hate so to see the fire in your eye
So it’s quiet as a wee mouse
I’ll most often be in the house
And hopen ‘ ye won’t go all angry at me
For my hearing tis’ disappearing
And you speak a bit softly
…That’s why I don’t try much anymore…
18 lines
119 words
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2019
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