How Do You Do?

[An odd little poem]

 

How Do You Do?
I am quite well, thank you

 
How, may I ask, are you?
All the better for seeing you

 
Oh, you really are too kind
What are you planning for today?

 
I truly have nothing in my mind
Why not just take a little walk?

 
Yes that’s what I think I might do
Might I accompany you on your walk?

 
I see no reason why not
And then together we can talk

Thus we will while the time away
Yes that’s how we both might spend the day

 
This conversation is a game of ping pong
I serve a sentence over to you

 Then you bat back an immediate response
But we must keep the ball in play

 
Until one of us has no more to say
And then it becomes a fair bet

That the chit-chat will die as words get caught in the net
I wonder what will happen if I say no more

 
And I similarly wonder that too
Will the challenge of silence be too much for us both?

 
Then again each may ask How Do You Do?

 

 

Ken Fisher