Hear without listening
Ears sharp as ever
Whispers too I hear
From the terrace top
Or behind shut doors.
The good or the bad
That comes my way
I hear loud and clear.
Like a stage whisper.
I shut my eyes.
I shut my mouth
But all efforts fail
To shut my ears.
Am I not gifted
With ears
To listen with purpose
Only what is needed.
Times move along
And decades pass by
Sixties and seventies left behind.
But for me always a decade more
Than what I am now
To be called old
But isn’t it time to learn
To hear without listening?
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