And It Makes Me Wonder

How can it be so quiet
When there is so much to say
Are there tales that go elsewhere
For those do people pay?

Or is it that your lives are full
And there are no minutes left
To pen a word, a rhyme, a thought
For brother so bereft

Until the day that words flood in
I wait, compose and send
My thoughts to you and you and you
To drive you round the bend

So if this flood of erudition
Makes you feel unsure
Then cancel your subscription
And you will hear no more.

And It Makes Me Wonder

BurtleBard

Burtle, United Kingdom

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