poem i found in my pile of paper collection in our garage

Words, words everywhere

but not a word is heard . . .

Again and again I pleaded

but not a word is heeded . . .

Words, words everywhere

but not a word is learnt

Again and again I asked . . .

to satisfy our hunger

to let subtitles flow . . .

filling our minds aglow

a picturesque school

of life galore . . .

copyright . . . Patreena Bryan 1998