He spoke of his lifelong philosophies,

And I listened attentively

He spoke on of his pleasant memories

And I listen further

He spoke of his trials and triumphs

Still I listened

He went on and on ‘bout things I cared nothing for

Yet I strained, though bored at this point, to listen

Until my moment came,or so I thought,

To spew those words that churned in my silence

But midway through my sentence his countenance dimmed

As if to say ,”you are void of intelligence”.

Then he rose to leave saying,

“It’s too late to ramble.G’night !“

That night i knew for certain that he never believed in me!

Dan

1-12-10