Monday, October 18, 2010

Speech Impediment

When I was a boy
I couldn’t say your name,
’round letters went stiff
Now I need a drink because
a drunken sailor needs the sea, 
                       …a gentle float adrift.

Oh, what little sounds we enter
where boisterous waves cry out,
‘Hey let me in!’
—no doubt.

So there you go 
passing by my boat.
You’ll stay afloat, just pine,
creaking sound of caring drowned.
Enjoy the floor and remember dear,
‘The words endear only how we hear,
for those who speak with silver tongues
bring gentleness ashore,