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Listen (Poems From The Black Folder #3)


(August 8, 1987)

I’ve tried talking to people
Telling them what I think
But they just interrupt
As if they haven’t heard a word

If you only knew
How frustrating that is
You would listen
As I do for you

Sometimes I could cry
When I try to talk to people
And the only thing that interests them
Is their self.

You wonder why I don’t talk much
About myself?
It’s because you hear what I say
But you don’t listen.

I’ve only met a few who actually listen
You don’t know how happy
That makes me feel
I’ve never wanted those talks to end.
But those people are far and few between.

All I want
All I ask
All I long for
Is for you to listen
Is that too much to ask
Of a friend.

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Originally written August 8, 1987

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  • Suzanne Dia
    November 29, 2007

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    Wow...87.

    This reminds me so much of me trying to talk in my house.. (see I made it about me )....so many times I give up and shut up because no one listens, so I do understand the frustration you wrote into this some 20 years ago

    I do hope people listen better to you now.


  • Kari gold member
    September 20, 2007

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    Wow, lol that reminds me of the quote I put on StoryWrite this morning!
    " After all is said and done, a lot more will be said than done. "
    - Unknown
    coincidence?? LOL


  • suseann
    September 17, 2007
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    It seems the ego is the mindless heart of dispassionate humanity. I too understand your frustrations and feel this life would be a far better trip.If the need to say "I" was less pervasive.Just imagine how enriched communial problem solving would be if we did.