Sometimes when I speak,
Sometimes people listen
Other times they ignore me
My words falling on deaf ears.
It is okay,
I understand.
They have their own thoughts
Occupying their minds
They have no space for mine.
Sometimes they respond,
I am happy to hear it.
Even if it is nonsense
And just repeating my words.
I am ever welcoming of conversation,
Even if it is inane and just the time of day.
A voice not my own
A voice not just in my head
But outside and not echoing.
And sometimes, I smile
Knowing I have been heard
Like that tree falling in the forest
I know I am alive,
And for the moment not alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem...Sometimes people listen