Some things are easier written down than said,
Which is perhaps the reasoning for bills—
Perhaps the dentist isn’t really cruel,
He simply lacks some basic social skills.
The pink slips of the world can testify
That spoken words cannot cut to the chase
Efficiently as curt, dismissive type
That says what bosses won’t say to your face.
The letter is the champion of the lover
Who, tongue-tied, fears that he will speak amiss
If he should verbalize his heart’s devotion—
So, instead of speaking, writes it to his miss.
It’s easier to pen the words on paper
Than to let them wander free-range in the air
Grazing on the ears of those we cherish—
Especially those with whom we make a pair.
We know full well the power of spoken words
That ring with prophecies we hope are true.
We fear that we will complicate what’s simple
By whispering “I love you” or “I do.”
We fear the words—but words are still our friends.
For, after all, what’s needful will be said.
All in good time—and not a moment sooner—
Will written words by spoken ones be led.