Silence

I’ve heard a tale or two in my day
The voice of he with much to say
The song of her that plays and plays
And the beating cries of youth

Young men turnt violent at a whisper
Friends shunned for a turn of phrase
Lovers scorned in drunken daze
Meaning all lost in the haze

Sometimes words are best unsaid
Mouth kept shut, thoughts left unread
Sometimes it’s best keep your head
And tie your tongue and leave it dead

Not all felt need be said
For life is long but tempers short
And even love strong lost by wayward words
That should not be said, much less heard