STILL LIFE WITH RESERVATIONS


Please turn off your music
And let my quiet be.
The echo of your presence
Plays on my philosophy.

For your records block the daylight,
Keep the sun from getting through --
All the trees have dropped their leaves
And I don't see why I can't you.

Now is really not the time for
Such a meeting face to face,
For there are several sounds more interesting
Than treble, tone, and bass.

And I have better things to do
As surely do we all.
Things might just be somewhat easier
As silence softly falls.

All I'm asking is a favor,
It is not my lot to bicker
And I'm really truly sorry that
The walls could not be thicker.

But another voice is calling
And I hardly hear its plea.
So if you turn off your music
Then you'll hear no more from me.





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