Once in my boots and ironed coat;

with buttons of gold and watch of jade.

A flat tire caused me to;

Stand beside a beggar outside my silver Royce's gate.

Traffic rushed by at a speed so great;

But the needle turned ever so late.

My stomping foot left unpaid;

The blaring sun bringing the worst of fate.

It happened so that after a while;

Mother fate got me into a talk.

With the miserable creature crouching beside;

my polished boot with a silver lace.

I must have exclaimed in a half minded state;

About the traffic being the loudest sound I'd heard.

But the beggar's questioning gaze turned to me;

with a wry expression of confusion and dismay.

"Son if that's the loudest sound you've heard;

You've still got much of the world to see.

Cause's the wisest man would be the one to say;

Tis' silence that's the loudest sound to be."

"It's silence that drives my hopes up and down;

It's silence that rings in my ears as I bring myself to sleep.

It makes me miss this very;

road with a thousand creaks."

"Cause' drums might make your ears hurt;

Songs might make you cry.

Jokes might make you laugh out loud;

But it's actually silence that pierces the heart."

The honk of the horn of my car called me away;

As I tossed a coin into the beggar's tray.

It jingled once or twice as it fell;

And then silence again...