Growing up I would always listen
To every conversation absorbing like a sponge
I was enamored with words and gestures
People talking with their hands
I watched and I learned how people communicated
Telling their story as if it really mattered
Sometimes the words were in Spanish
But I would follow the quirky gestures
In all this time I too have been observed
By my family friends and children
I wonder if they learned anything
From my self-serving banter
I wonder if I've left anything tangible
That they can take with them as a learning lesson
I have instructed ,directed and made my opinions heard
But was there anything constructive that was said
I feel I have nothing to pass along
A lesson that was learned
A quality that was admired
Did they leave the room when I appeared
I've always had that ability to speak my mind
Always very proud of what was said
In looking back I shake my head
I really had nothing to say
Maybe I should have listened more
you learn so much when you do
It's like talking during the movie
Nobody is there to listen to you
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