Our heating system speaks <br />but I can't understand the words – yet. <br />And the the toilet flush sounds like <br />advertising on TV, <br />but I don't hear the words yet. <br />And when water in the kitchen sink <br />goes down the drain, I hear sounds, <br />but I still don't hear the words. <br />And sometimes there are high-pitched bells, <br />without a song, <br />That's left to the little man <br />who sings to me <br />when everything is quiet <br />He can sing anything <br />I think of, or don't think of. <br />And if all of this is fantasy, so be it, <br />But I haven't heard the words yet.<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-o-k-jack/
