I Am Deaf To Lear Poem by James McLain

Words leave me women to stare, why not?
Slap me happy, like you to share some tea?
why not?
Madness is my way, yet I try it your way to please.
I am an adventurer, trying to loose all I find.
I really don't know who screams the loudest, modest here.
I do not speak for two, only one writes at all about verbs.
We may lay on a noun, but we fight with verbs, to st ear clear.
I save my feet for a worthy cause, than to jump up and down,
playing meek to a crown never worn.

Love adorns, a soft face, cheers carry her roses to say,
my feet tread in ash es, all day.

Will the one show her true colors, or fade to the ground, as a shade.