
Some people always seem to know what to say
I’d love to discover their secrets some day
To put my foot in mouth I am inclined
Somehow my reasonably sharp mind
Does not appear to be as bright
When tasked with choosing words right
So often what I intend as witty repartee
Ends up sounding pathetic, honestly..
Worse still, sometimes sentiments I hurt
Or I end up sounding uncaring and curt
I realize my mistake after the fact
And mope in private for lack of tact..
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How I envy people who always know
The right thing to say wherever they go
Their words fit each situation well
And tell the story that they want to tell
Is this is a quality innate that I cannot imbibe
Or would spending time with them transfer to me their vibes?
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To avoid a faux pas, I am trying to embrace
The power of staying silent, as I face
The truth that saying the right thing may be
An unachievable goal for me
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Let me not ramble on and on
Let me my hat of silence don