When I speak alone, I’m alone:
My voice returns to me in a boring monotone;
I’m not crazy but I’m on my own,
But who knows what I’m? I’m alone.
When I speak with you, I’m with you:
My voice is heard; yours is heard too.
In silence I listen to what is true or untrue
But I admire your IQ;
You make me think something new.
When I speak with them, I’m with them:
Their voices don’t rhyme but words can make a poem
And I can sway without causing any mayhem,
But they’ll know too that I’m a rare gem.
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This post is in response to the daily prompt. Counting Voices