This poem comes from his personal experience.
The tongue, conveyor of words gentle, joined, prolonged
Spake full well in language quaint and olden
Utterance from a cavernous breast, burst forth no longer
wronged
Like a peal of a bell, speech rang out golden.
Expression is a pleading ghost
Allowed to flit and stray
Stutter and stammer an unwelcomed host
It is a hero that masters the grey.
It is good to have an end to journey toward
But it is the journey that matters in the end
Enhance your speech and journey forward
Augment your words, you have time to spend.
And strange to tell than amongst us all
Some could articulate, while others not
Sincerest of words endeavour to recall
The truth of yesterday is best forgot.
Speech like water willy nilly flowing
Reward here and there
Speech like wind willy nilly blowing
Reward, pride, to compare.
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