I know, no one listens to me
No one!
So, why on earth do I bother to speak?
and, not just, speak softly
but, speak loud and clear
The trouble is that people
from all walks of life
ask me for my advice
If I hesitate
they’re sure to say:
Give us your opinion?
Say something?
Anything!
Even if it’s only a mere suggestion
P-L-E-A-S-E?
What can I do?
I have to oblige
I really must
Especially when I can see
what I deem to be
the obvious solution
But, I still hesitate
because - as in this case
I’m invariably
listened to intently
heads nod sagely
as though in complete agreement with me
People behave as though they think
none but me can possibly be
the true exponent of wisdom
Then, they go off and do precisely
as they please
I.e. the diametrical opposite of
my suggestion!
So, why do I bother to speak?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem