By my office telephone
I have a small note
That says “don’t shout”
For when I’m calling out
From my isolated roost
To the world around
I tend to make a loud sound.
I guess I just want to be heard,
To cast my vote,
To speak my mind and find
What others have to say.
It’s small wonder it’s my choice
To thunder like a circus barker;
What could be starker
Than having my life fade away
For want of a voice?