My Voice Poem by Randy McClave

She never hears my voice
Either by accident or by choice,
Whenever I speak a word
It's never acted upon or even heard.
But, those words another man could speak
No matter how tired or how weak,
And when those same words are spoken
Her mind and senses are awoken.
I am a teacher teaching a lesson
My words are always questioned,
But, when someone else's instructions are played
By her they are always obeyed.
When another man does ever approach
She then looks at me and calls me coach,
Is my voice truly being perceived
So, am I just being deceived.
Randy L. McClave