by The Idea Girl

Created on: August 23, 2008

WORDS BECOME TALES UNTOLD

Pretty hot pink flowers
surrounding me
in a tidy row with
other greenery

The smell of earth
reaches my nose
As I sit at this table
and write some prose

The din of many voices
echoes in my ears
for I am sitting in
a food court

Children scream and cry
old people complain
as they pass by
about how their day has been

their not getting any younger
they lament about every ailment

and their bodies
are well spent

The hand and
neck aches
more as
time passes by

I'm busy watching
the weirdos
as they
walk on by

Talking to themselves
and saying
strange things
to others

no one notices them
or pretends not to
hear what they are
rambling on about

people talk
to others about
the person that
just dropped by

sharing their
most intimate secrets
with strangers
passing by

I don't know these people
nor their names
but I just heard things
about how their life is so lame

I hope people
don't talk about me
that way
I think to myself

just how trustworthy
are my friends
as I doubt
to myself

if you don't want
the world
to know
something about you

then keep it to
yourself for you
will always
find prattling tongues

who think nothing
of divulging news
to others
about you

they think
no one will
know or ever hear
what they say about you

but it's six degrees
of separation
is the law of nature
for all
we are all
connected in this
universe by
thought or deed

someone always knows
someone that knows you
and if truths be told
eventually the tales will
come back to you

Haunted by the words
of your mouth
taken out of context
and made into a tale
that was never told

The tale
becoming truth
to all who heart it
but not from you

People are
willing to believe
anything
they read or hear

no matter how
far fetched it might be
it's easy to believe the
worse about you or me

Watch what you say
guard your
heart and
treat it well

never let others
misuse you
they must be true
friends as well

choose carefully
what must
be said
at any time

So the age of reason
will be
your virtue until
the end of time

only good things
could be passed on
by those
you have seen

for no tales of how
terrible your life is
have ever
passed your lips

words of wisdom
peace of heart
you speak only
of the good things from the start

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