I have so many things to say.
So much to tell the world.
With no crowd to hear a thing
I gather everyone I know,
pull them close, and start talking.
I wonder if I can say it all
before I forget or before I grow
a bit old to talk it out.
Every word to hold close and dear
I hope they don't fall on deaf ears.
I’m only asking my world
to acknowledge that I exist,
and to listen while I’m alive.
I leave the world with a written word,
if I grow too old to speak out loud.
