Conversations…

Are a thing of the past…

The pandemic has helped

Turn most of us into

Humans that talk and

Seem to have to defend their

Existence…

I text now to get

Questions answered

As no one can have

An interesting discussion

Without it becoming a

Monologue…

I’m not a listener

I’m a conversationalist…

It’s a give and take

Not a classroom where

One is the teacher

And one the student…

I’ve graduated…

And aged and no longer

Want to know what I don’t

Request to know…

Climbing the mountain

Of my life was hard,

I climbed, I learned

But I find since I’ve reached

The summit the decent

Occurs at a much faster

Pace…a pace like the Indy

500…

I only have time for

Specific conversations

Not stories or recipies

Or lectures that

Don’t interest me…

My brain, my time on earth

And my attention span

Has diminished to such a

Degree…

That I only want to

Experience things that

Interest and pleasure me…

My life has been lived

Pleasing and taking care

Of others…

My time has come…

I only have time now

For elevator speeches,

And Specific conversations

That don’t strain my

Vocal chords and

Give me many many

Potty breaks…

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