The Art of Conversation

Listening only gets you so far Enjoy this short conversation while it still lasts I'd risk it but if I miss-hit the mark then tell me what lies in store And here's to chance that I find the nerve to talk In some unplanned circumstance where I've barely the strength to gawk I only wanted to be the life and soul of every party But there's always someone much livelier and more hearty On a bench in the park a tasteless exhibit Of two lovers entwined I've the misfortune to visit They tell me "risk it for the biscuit or you'll never know" (And still I don't know) Because I've yet to grasp the power to speak Maybe this feeble voice will grow up with fine physique And I've yet to grasp the power to speak Maybe this rasping voice will clear up by next week Or the week after Or the week after