After listening repeatedly,
With patience to tolerate...
The same tired delivery,
Of words heard from those who talk...
But somehow the walking,
Is never sought or caught them in action...
To prove the doing connects to thought,
Those who gave attention to them to listen...
Get up to take their good intentions,
Elsewhere.
To know that their interest,
With concerns will be better served...
When removing themselves to do,
Disappearing acts to not look back...
On folks who would rather gather and choose,
To...
Eat food, be fools and talk about nothing else...
That gets done to provide a benefit to anyone,
With an effect that progresses forward...
As those who talk the talk and not walk,
Sit to eat, joke and believe...
Success will come to them to receive.
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