Praise Poem

I Talk Too Much

I talk too much,
For I have too much to say,
And haven’t learned any tact.
How could I shut up?
There are paintings out there,
With unbelievable philosophies,
In line and brush stroke,
There are figures that dedicated
Their whole lives to the pursuit
Of civil service
There are humans who struggled
Grasped, gasped to live,
Their stories scratched into pages,
And I just can’t seem to shut up.
The varying conditions of existence
Leaves me stark raving babbling,
Just at the chance to be part of this world.