I’ve learned what to be quiet about,
And when to say my piece;
Times in the past I missed my cue
And failed to keep the peace.
But now I know when to speak
And when to hold my tongue;
This is a gift bestowed with age
Rarely given to the young.
The thoughts I spewed upon deaf ears
In my clumsy past
Have issued forth some mellowness;
I’ve discovered tact at last.
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