Poem #3

I just don’t care—
The words flow out
Effortlessly
They belie
The tick of
Every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day
Every year
A lifetime
Of caring
A wagonload
Of worries
A weary heart
Full of fears

If these words
Could talk
They would tell of
The heavy price
Paid for
Their indifference.

Barbara Mundt