I am a voice for the voiceless including me.
How may the blind see?
I also wish the deaf to hear so I whisper in their ear.
Not everything is hunky-dory, you know the story.
People sometimes let me down with a bump or otherwise.
At my age that’s no surprise.
You may have old age to look forward to, lucky you.
My senses are pretty well intact, at long last its time to act.
That’s a fact.
I am neither deaf nor blind nor mute.
Did you say shoot?
From time to time I talk in rhyme.
As here and now, anyhow.
Behold the ploughman with his plough.
That’s all for now.
Is that ending abrupt?
At least you did not interrupt.
Over and out.
That’s what its all about.
19th October, 2017