The Art Of Conversation

The Art Of Conversation short poem

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I can hear you’re talking yet all of the while,
I haven’t a clue so I nod and I smile,
I realise that there is an answer required,
When you pause for a breath, your sentence expired.

I laugh when you’re laugh and take my own cue,
I’m learning my lines while I’m watching you,
I’m taking direction from all that you say,
Secretly starring in my very own play.

I’m good in a crisis and quick to respond,
I’m here in the moment while looking beyond,
I’m one step ahead and I guess this is why,
My wit is the one thing money can’t buy.

I listen intently so I can reply,
I look for instruction so I can comply,
Open-ended questions always a must,
When everything fails in these I can trust.

I try to engage even when I am bored,
No-one more wasted than the one who’s ignored,
No-one more happy than the one who’s in flow,
I’m aware of this so it’s the one thing I’ll show.

So next time you see me please nod and just smile,
Show me some kindness, stay for a while,
Give me the time when you haven’t a clock,
For one moment please let me be more than a thought.

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