Alas, friend
you talk of your own stuff
you say you listen
but truely you don't.
Still I like you.
Alas friend,
You were born communicating
I was born - in silence.
In some relationships I am you,
but will you ever be me?
Alert, my friend
we should accept
that we are strangely equal
you seem to be lonely
I am oddly content.
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Perhaps, dear friend, you're right--
I hear but do not hear.
The brain selects a bit
Of what comes through the ear
And memories are made
And tucked away somewhere
To file and safely keep;
The rest rejoins the air.
Between your "swallowed thoughts"
That, lost along the way,
Don't ever reach the lips,
And thus confuse, dismay
My clueless ear and brain,
And my forgetfulness
Which looks like lack of care
Or inattentiveness.
Communication fails,
Misunderstanding grows,
And each of us feels hurt
Although she really knows
The other truly cares,
And different though we be,
There is enough of me
In you, and you in me
That still we understand
The struggles and the fears
That women all have faced
Through years and years and years.
So patient let us be
With faults that come with age
Or lurk inside our genes
And make us rant and rage.
A kind supporting arm,
When shaky steps get slow,
An understanding smile
Though we already know
The story told before,
The patience to re-say
What failing hearing missed
Or slowing wits delay--
Let's cultivate all these
For we shall need them too,
This time you bear with me,
Next time I bear with you.
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