As they stutter and slur, grumble and mumble.
The right of expression is not theirs to be had
A gift endowed upon every young lad.
Frustration swells in the belly of the throat
Shackled down, waiting to come afloat
Each word articulated - a triumph of will
The heart pounds...and then remains still
Afflicted by this cruel disease
Might there be an opportunity to seize?
If decreed to not speak, I shall listen
To every soul in need, my ear shall glisten!
Do not the wise savour their every word,
As if it were a graceful bird?
Silence is the key to true insight
Forever shall she be my guiding light.
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