One Good Work

In the silence are many voices Not heard in the din of noises I can hear them groan, When I'm with myself alone. They tell me ‘with all your wit, You're nothing but a hypocrite, An idle monger of word, Who just wants to be heard. Instead of your loud bark If you had done one good work Wiped a tear or bring a smile Walked for others an extra mile Fed the hungry paused for the blind Waited a little for the ones behind Stopped to comfort a mournful sob You would have done a better job'. The voices in my silence moan When with myself I'm alone ‘Listen', they say, to the monger of rhyme ‘Do good work till there's time'.