An Ode to Those
Scary.....at first but then it started.The room was full, no room to breath but yet not a sound.
The tension was broken, by nature naturally, when it farted.
Not a person mind you, just a machine, when it hit the ground.
Sad the only sound in the room was mechanical,
Then agin, I saw what you wrote....... maybe its better.
Friends, are they the ones you never see? Kinda like me?
Or the ones you talk to, with a letter, that make it better?
Can you see me, can they see you, wonder how it sounds?
As for that old machine, it continues to ground. At least it has a sound!
But it'll be better, even a letter says something, without a voice, but not by choice.
So save the words I know you have and use them but don't be sad.
For me, nothing you say will ever be bad.
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