Whispers of Wisdom
Passion and heart, I get it,
A fire that burns, a spirit unfit,
But no one has to tolerate a loud mouth,
A torrent of words, flowing south.
A fire that burns, a spirit unfit,
But no one has to tolerate a loud mouth,
A torrent of words, flowing south.
A human being who doesn’t care to control,
The volume of thoughts that spill from the soul,
Grow up and mature, you don’t have to scream,
To be heard in the silence, to share in the dream.
For silence is a great weapon, a treasure untold,
A canvas for wisdom, a story unfolds,
Listening and understanding, a virtue so rare,
In the quiet of moments, we find what we share.
Keeping “mouth shut” humbles you in ways,
A gentle reminder in life’s bustling maze,
Self-control, a tool, sharp and refined,
In the art of connection, true strength you will find.
So let passion over joy, but temper the flame,
In the dance of discourse, we’re all just the same,
For in whispers of wisdom, we learn to embrace,
The beauty of silence, the power of grace.
