Where did all my words go?
I haven’t been using them, bit of a dry spell I’m afraid.
But someone has scared them, embarrassed them, misused them,
With lies, lies, lies pretending they are just hyperbole.
Apparently words are offended by this and are on strike.
They want to go back to a better time,
When a man’s word was his bond,
When my word meant something,
When, if I gave my word, you could depend on it.
Words left because everyone on cable news ‘spinned’ them
Any which way, each side’s surrogates spininning and spinning and spinning
Untill all the words got dizzy and lost their way.
Now where are they?
I think we need to encourage them a bit,
Use small simple words at first,
Like love, hope, and charity.
Then we can work up to larger words, if we treat them with respect,
Like caring, sharing, and brotherhood.
See, my words are coming back,
They are right here for you to know
that I love you.
I mean it.
You have my word.
-Small town boy