The Lost Art Of Conversation Poem by John A'Hern

Conversation seems too easy
Hold with who is the question.
Surroundings lead to lonely feelings
Others around peering through railings.

Thoughts turn into conversation
Unless holding back, afraid to hurt feelings.
Speak up speak out, voice to be heard
Do not hold back that is absurd.

Talk to yourself will you listen
Questions asked, Is there a reason.
Join a group, interact, and Listen to others,
Have your say, people smile, Hooray.

Wake at night voices drifting away,
Sound familiar it is your echo.
Voice returns after several months
Concern that quietness will reign.
Slow and steady no need to explain
Friends understand, the art of conversation will return.