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.