No, No, I Cannot Do It

That telephonic receiver sat there quietly on the living room table but then it would ring ring! that made me feel real disable I just couldn’t pick up that phone for knowing my tongue would freeze not one word could sound forth just wanted to hide behind the trees No matter how I tried to have courage that boldness never came never at all always left someone else to answer for left to me it was one dark wall That sound filled myself in fear wishing it all to just go away my stammer held my tongue caged felt it just solid bit of clay So though it’s bit easier today telephone memories leave me dry thinking of the dark filled days sometimes you just want to cry (My memories of speaking or trying to on the telephone in my schoolboy and early adult years, thankfully now in my 60s I can cope a lot better but still don't like using that telephonic contraption.)