Droning On

Some exist to live...
Within a repeated tiredness.
A routine assured to deliver sameness.
And living each day to address the same issues.
As if nothing on Earth is subjected for change.

Some exist to share conversations,
As if lifted from a script...
With very poor direction!
They, of course
Prefer to remain in leading roles.
And the listener is expected,
To react with excited anticipation!
Knowing what is heard...
Again will put them to sleep!
And awakened by a poke,
To joke...
How thought provoking the exchange.
And meditating on a response...
Was what had taken place.

Although a deep nod...
Is written all over one's face!
And that still leaves no hint,
For one who continues to speak.
Even snoring doesn't keep them,
From droning on!
No matter 'if' the nodding 'is' intended!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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