When Words Come Alive

Words have characters, words have soul But lack one thing to make them whole If it was within our power to do so How would their physical appearance go? Would “time” stand still, or run or fly Or “scary’s” face make you want to cry Run towards “brave” where you’ll feel safe And hide behind his flowing cape Would “haste” be out waiting with “lazy” for “slow” who always drives him crazy would “deaf” even be friends with “yapping” and “sleepy” always be out napping would “silence” be all gold and special while “noisy’s” just an empty vessel Would “good” and “evil” bear the scars Of rivals always up in arms Yes, quite the spectacle it would seem The prospects of a poet’s dreams