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By witty Date: 2001 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.02.15.38.10031]] |
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I ask you to listen to me. Halfway through my story You start giving me advice. I ask you to lend an ear. Midway through my pain You tell me I shouldn't feel that way. I ask you to listen to me. You feel you have to solve my problem. I didn't ask for a solution. I don't need advice. Advice is cheap. You can find it in newspapers for a few pesos' worth. Don't talk --- just hear me out. I can fend for myself. I am not helpless, only discouraged Do not say you know how I feel Because you don't. Nobody does. I am in the middle of my fears and inadequacies. Don't contribute by doing something for me that I can do for myself. I pour my heart out And talk of my burdens Because I need a shared moment. Just hold my hand In silent understanding And I shall be relieved. When I get over these muddled feelings, I'll be clearing problems on my own I won't need advice. Perhaps prayer works for people because God is mute. He doesn't try to fix things. He merely listens and lets you work it out for yourself When it's your turn someday, I shall also be here if you wish Sharing in your troubled moments But quietly, quietly listening. *** (jojie aka witty) |