Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden short poem

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I keep my silence but please don’t assume,
That I don’t have much to say,
I have have more than enough, I don’t let it consume,
Each minute of my waking day.

I see so much more than you think I do,
I choose to justturn away,
The truth is I have a birds eye view,
There’s so much that I do not say.

I truly think there’s a lot to be said,
For the power no that words can say,
Sometimes I like to be quiet instead,
In silence the message convey.

The words so often race through my mind,
So often I don’t let them out,
If you pause to read between the lines,
You’ll see why there’s no need to shout.

The next time you think that you cannot hear,
My voice, don’t think that I hide,
There’s lots I could say for I do not fear,
I just know when to keep it inside.

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David Bokolo

Silence is golden, but if the gold in the silence is broken we have to climb the rooftop to shout our voices hoarse


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