Soft Spoken Man

Soft Spoken Man

by Bud Lemire on Oct 31, 2004

There was a lady, who asked me to search for a book

Instead of waiting for me, she herself went to look

She said she talked to the lady, who ran the book store

And it was there, she found the book she was looking for

She came back to the place, to which we both dwell

And said she had something, that she had to tell

She said she went to the book store

And she found the book she was looking for

Then she told about a conversation, she had while she was there

Between her and the book store owner, she wanted to share

They were talking about the people, who come to the store

Some who were unknown, and some they've each met before

The lady from my dwelling, said he carries a backpack

There's one in a wheelchair, but a voice he lacked

Oh no, said my neighbor, this man sure can

I've listened to him talk, he's a Soft Spoken Man

This is based on a true store.

A lady I know here who was looking for a book.

The man she talks about is me, The Soft Spoken Man.

I thought it would make a good poem.