WHAT CAN BE SAID is a sad confession of a poem... when a person I cannot-get-along-with is one of my own family of relatives or a once possible good-friend...it's sad, still: Human...and there are so many times: not one thing can be done about it...except to go on....it's a poem of sorts...no song here, for sure....

WHAT CAN BE SAID

So now, what can be said?

When you talk at me
We do not understand
each
other

Even when we talk
together

We both speak
English

We both try

Hard

Still

I don't think I
really understand
you
hardly ever
or even know
how to try

And I am sure
You
do not
understand
me
at all

It's all not
so bad

It's human

But it's sad

And I will not
let you
ever
see this tear