The Days Have Gone

Philosophically Speaking

The times when things mattered
Are no longer here,
They whisper and shout-
They shuddered
With fear
These words preciously unspoken
Demanding to be wrote-
Forgetting the lyrics
To songs that frequently have
Been spoke.
Hearing the music,
Pass my lips
And it seems I choke,
Not being misunderstood-
Only miswrote.
The days have gone,
When can be pleased-
Those angry words wrote,
Simply to appease.