All I hear
everyday
are songs of love,
if I can sing
of many things
why can’t they?

All I feel
suddenly
is emptiness,
tired of words
that always sound
meaningless.

They keep on telling me
of what they have lost
and how they are now
counting the cost.

All I hear
everyday
are songs of love,
if I can sing
of many things
why can’t they?

Copyright Keith Ames