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Created on: May 20, 2010
Once there were two princesses, who lived in a far away land
Rose, the elder, loved to talk about whatever came to hand
But Rose’s favorite subject was herself; her challenges, passions,
her experiences and, you bet, the latest court fashions
Her subjects listened politely because their job was to please
Rose rarely asked for their opinion, despite their expertise
She’d ignore them shifting in their seats, their glazed eyes and heavy heads
On and on Rose twittered till her subjects were quite ready for their beds
But our young princess was gifted at listening, her name was May
(No doubt this skill was due to listening to what Rose had to say)
May listened to her subjects, with full attention, she’d nod and smile
Never interrupting, she believed hearing them was most worthwhile
“We have two ears and one mouth for a reason,” May would state
“I use them proportionately. Anyway, listening is great!”
Indeed her subjects loved her presence and would chat to her bright eyed
Rose listened to them tirelessly, she never fidgeted or sighed
So now, which princess do you suppose had the happier life time?
May, of course! Years of listening had made her wise and quite sublime
She’d learnt listening was to honor someone, a form of showing love
For when you give love, it comes back to you; a law we should all think of
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