The Talkers

They have an endless well of stories

Upon which they draw,

Take a sip and regale another tale

I envy them

 

I envy how they easily strike a conversation

And it is with a person they just met!

And then they talk and talk

When you think it’s over, they start again

 

And they laugh! By God they laugh

How are they capable of telling jokes?

And tell more stories

From sunrise till sunset

 

And they will be at it again tomorrow

Talking as though they last met last decades ago

Where do they get fresh stories?

Where do they purchase them?

 

As for me, I struggle beyond the greetings

I am have no well to draw stories

Although sometimes I have one for insults

And as you know, these cannot be repeated

 

Sometimes I do not want to hear stories

I want to live in my silent world

Stuck not knowing a thing about that person

For gripping stories often involve other people