The Silence Is My Stage
I find it most difficult to write
When I am mentally disturbed
I've been sitting here for an hour
And I haven't written a word.
My mind is cluttered
With unimportant things
Then I have to leave my desk
Just because the telephone rings.
What makes it so bad
Is when I answered the call
It was a phone recording
It wasn't anyone at all.
Once again I get started
With pen in hand
There goes the ring
Of the telephone again.
I will not answer it
I just will not
But this continuous ringing
Has got to come to a stop.
I'll unplug the telephone
I'll turn down the ringer
Better yet! I'll put the answering service on
All it takes is a touch of a finger.
Finally, I have peace of mind.
Complete silence - and plenty of time.
The writing goes well
There is page after page
I don't want to stop
The silence is my stage.
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