On his worse days he longed for the sweetness of silence
When left alone with time spent in quiet circumstance
For the world sometimes intrudes
Without invitation and being quite rude
Silence that helps him mull over
Times before when I was bolder
And so prepares him to take the next step
So orderly and silence and so well kept.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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