Talk To Me ….But Slowly





I used to love the banter

Noisy bar room chat

Then when the beastly ME hit

It put a stop to that


Noise is now my Kryptonite

My Achilles’ heel is sound

It’s not by choice

That the tone of a voice

Can knock me to the ground


Crowds are now a no-no

The buzz is just too tough

My head tunes in

To each voice in the din

My brain cries out…ENOUGH !


When there’s time for a chat

I sit at the back

I can’t keep up these days

With each word spoken

I nod as a token

Lost in a verbal maze


When I try to join in

I plan all my words

Queuing them up with care

I start my tale

But then without fail

The words are just not there


If someone talks fast

My attention won’t last

I can’t keep up with the flow

It crashes my mind

So would be ever so kind

If for me, folks could go slow


My skill of processing

Is clearly regressing

The brain’s not all that it was

More limits on life

Causing me strife

And good old ME is the cause


So I’ll try to keep sane

Knowing talk is a drain

And maybe revert to ‘type’

I can socialise, using fingers and eyes

Saving my head some gripe


I’ve found a lot of quieter friends

On Facebook and on Twitter

What they say, I can read any day

Without being thought a quitter


No need for instant answers

More time to think them through

If not well that day, I can always say

I’ll get back to you


So thank you to my on-line friends

Although we’ve never met

If I’m slow in giving answers

It’s something that you’ll ‘get’


I’ll fight to be my ‘normal’

Live my life as before ME

With one foot in the old world

The other, online, noise free….


So old friends, if you call me

And I really wish you would

Please just talk to me slowly

Although any call is good……



By Bill Clayton

© September 2018


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