Wisdom

Where did you pick up that skill?
Loving the sound of your own voice?
Was it something instilled on you from birth
Or a character trait selected by choice?

I hear you now. Shouting down the room
Because only you have things to say,
Good things, words of value, knowledge
And wisdom. Your way is the only way.

But if that mouse in the corner
Would squeak loud enough to be heard
For one minute, maybe, just maybe
Common sense could be revered.

I’d rather hear his words,
And the timbre of his voice...