WHO CARES?
Who cares?
It’s okay if you don’t talk to me.
The trees do, they talk to me.
The rocks do, they talk to me.
The clouds do, they talk to me.
The rivers do, they talk to me.
The bird’s do, they talk to me.
The tomato plants do, they talk to me.
The flowers do, they talk to me.
The horse’s do, they talk to me.
The Rocky Mountain Elk do, they talk to me.
The migrating Geese do, they talk to me.
The mountain streams do, they talk to me.
The Valley Oaks do, they talk to me.
The Mocking Birds do, they talk to me.
The Garden Lizards (Skinks) do, they talk to me
The winds do, they talk to me.
The moon does, it talks to me.
The stars do, they talk to me.
The sun does, it talks to me.
The rain does, it talks to me.
But if you change your mind, and if you want to, you can talk to me too.
I will try to listen,
Who cares?
‘Cept me.
Who cares?
‘Sides you.
Who cares?
(Poems 2021, Ben Fike)
“I will no longer talk much with you…” Jesus