Let me be a poem,
For one spare moment.
Let me be a poem and see what they see,
Hear what they hear,

As they are spoken
As people say the words that their written of,
With soft voices,
loud voices,
high pitched
low pitched,
male,
female.

Each one different, but they all look at him the same.

With judging eyes,
for poems go through the most, for every time they are seen or heard.
They are judged.