Silence is not always Golden
It often can be grey
Wishing you to tap
My shoulder
Maybe just say Hey!
Noisy rooms filled with children
Watching as they play
But who will say
To me one day,
Hi how was your day?

So bring me Rumplestiltskin
So he can string me silence of Gold
Wanting to relax
Wanting to enjoy
Wanting to share a word or two
Or enjoy the silence in peace.

It's quiet
But the TV is on
It's quiet
But the children are laughing
It's quiet
But the radio is on.
The silence of my heart
Is singing me a song
I can be content
When the silence is golden
But sometimes it's just silent.

Very nice poem, what it says to me as i read, is where is my sweet serenity?

Nice one

Thank you guys!

Witten on Christmas Eve...No wonder I missed it!...Love it Simone!

MAN THAT WAS PRETTY !

Thank you

It's saying I'm surrounded by children and noise, but I am alone in the silence, lacking adult conversation, conversations of substance.....like they say alone in a crowded room....

I know that one Ms !
I sometimes think you have to be a conversationalist {is that a real word?}
To find someone who will talk back for more than a few exchanges of words or niceties
unfortunateely i put my best substance out here in my writings
So yes i understand for sure...
I hope you find that which you seek

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