There was a time when I could boast
Of doing things that others most, often
Did not want to do
As conflict makes a life, askew
But I hate pain
Although in truth
It's now an old friend
Come home to roost
Now, I'm old
I perhaps don't care
What others think
Why other stair
I can no-longer shout it out
What is the point
Why scream and pout
I've learned a lesson
I've learned it bad
Damn I hate it when, it's sad
When none will listen
To wisdom's bell
When none will hear
When none will tell
My mouth it works
But silence reigns
I don't want to suffer
That pain again
Of being shunned
Of being ignored
Of standing by myself
Loved no more
So tell me why
Tell me true
Would YOU listen
What would YOU do
If this was your burden's call
To speak the truth
To one and all
Knowing the price of that fair call?

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