Dedicated to those who listen.
Thinking me own thoughts you know
The you kind of thing I think you do
When this bloke sat down on a chair
At my table
And he just suddenly out of the blue
Started talking to me
Now I did know him from a face in the
Crowed , and I'm sure he did not know
Me
Well anyway as I said he talk and talked
Man did he talk some
I listened , well what else could I do
I had no idea of who he was talking about
But the bloke sure need to talk abut what
Had accord in his life
My tea now tepid cooled right down as he talked
And I listened to the bloke talking
Some times I thought I saw a tear welling up
In his eye I thought I saw a tear
I detected a choke in his voice
As he talked and I listened
I must of said something cant remember
Just what I said , but suddenly the bloke
Was smiling grinning
He got up thanked me shook my hand
Thanked me and said '' thanks mate ''
'' I will do just that ''' '' thanks again ''
I replied '' no problem ''
He went leaving rather puzzled
What had I dun , all I did was listen
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Writer of sorts
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-06-05 at 11:56
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THIS BLOKE STARTED TALKING
I was siting minding me own businessThinking me own thoughts you know
The you kind of thing I think you do
When this bloke sat down on a chair
At my table
And he just suddenly out of the blue
Started talking to me
Now I did know him from a face in the
Crowed , and I'm sure he did not know
Me
Well anyway as I said he talk and talked
Man did he talk some
I listened , well what else could I do
I had no idea of who he was talking about
But the bloke sure need to talk abut what
Had accord in his life
My tea now tepid cooled right down as he talked
And I listened to the bloke talking
Some times I thought I saw a tear welling up
In his eye I thought I saw a tear
I detected a choke in his voice
As he talked and I listened
I must of said something cant remember
Just what I said , but suddenly the bloke
Was smiling grinning
He got up thanked me shook my hand
Thanked me and said '' thanks mate ''
'' I will do just that ''' '' thanks again ''
I replied '' no problem ''
He went leaving rather puzzled
What had I dun , all I did was listen
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Writer of sorts
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 433 times
Written on 2012-06-05 at 11:56
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