The Listening Ear Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Listening Ear



Age and Youth are well combined
One, too young to be considered
T'other, ancient, thus consigned
To the scrap heap, faded, withered

All the wisdom of the Old
To the thoughtless wind is told
Age is but a listening ear
Where childish worries disappear

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