Quiet Man’s Poem
by Bill Reynolds
My teen years of silence, not taken a joke,
Was the indication of a challenge to bear.
More words to share, growing older I spoke.
Mostly not words they wanted to hear.
Others wanted to know why ‘twas I
Who made less noise than they did cry.
My smile never inquired just why,
“Of all talkin’, ya never was tired?”
Small talk they called it, noise without brains.
Not shy, in silence, I’m quietly plotting
Demise and disposal of whatever remains.
Now older, and less quiet I’ll be,
I listens and sez the damnedest of things.
Have it your way, but please try to see,
I can make stop those annoying rings.
as you pass through yer day.
Most of the time,
I simply have nothing to say.
Listen quietly when you can,
mind unheard gaps,
and look both ways.
Click on the photo to watch a funny scene from a the movie, The Quiet Man.