Spoken out loud, you heard me say,
How else can we spend the day?
Head in a book or pen to paper
I'll open my diary and write something later.
A novel, a chapter, a whisper, a song,
A scenario, a description, a tale not so long.
There is no limit on things to create,
Whether it be a text message about a first date,
Or perhaps a story filled with truth and pain,
Told to a close friend as we hide from the rain.
A child for certain and a scholar perhaps,
Will both fall victim to complex vocabulary traps.
But who really cares? Who am I to judge?
When the power of words can sometimes result in a hug.
A comforting gesture for when we need it the most,
Or a celebration sealed with a simple toast.
A foreign language not fully understood,
One day in the future it's possible we could.
New friends, new lessons, new experiences arrive,
Because the power of words has begun to arise.
I may not always know the right words to use,
From time to time there will be no words to choose.
I'll remain silent to listen to the words of another,
Maybe one day these words will be spoken by a lover.
But until that day draws near,
I'll enjoy the love of friends and family held dear.
So for the love of words explore their power,
Even if it's just to sing in the shower.