I hear my Father's voice
Shouting through the usual noise
"Use your common sense" said daily
He was trying to keep me steady
There is no doubt we hear our Parents words
Later in life, some are no longer absurd
"Thick as two short planks" a favourite
Its meaning lost in the World of translations
Gatherings of late set me thinking
Common sense causing sinking
Brain in gear before you speak
Or you may not communicate
A babble of voices, who is listening?
Like a roundabout causing spinning.
Conversation can be fun
If seen as a fool, others may run
Hear the echoes of voices in times gone by
Smile to yourself as you work advice out
Nod your head in agreement
Shake your head when negative needed
My thoughts on common sense now ends
Hopefully yours when needed will commence
Education is a necessity
Common sense comes naturally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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