My Poetry (c) 2k-RondaLee He Doesn't Cry Wolf He doesn't cry wolf. His father would never ask him to speak because this son does not have a voice. His Mother doesn't ask him to listen, knowing he has no ears. Nothing touches him that does not touch them first. This is his destiny. When he was born he found the 6th sense, perception, and he chose to keep it to himself. Never murmuring a sound, sleeping in silence, crying only within his heart. On his 3rd birthday, he walked 3 steps down the hall. His feeble legs could take no more, and in his eyes he asked to sit down and rest as he imagined himself on the ground. His parents began to sing. Letting their voices ring as their son fell down onto the floor, they were excited and pleased he had walked. They did not know this child with strong looking legs and baby blue eyes was not pleased, and they did not understand when he began to cry with no voice, no tears, and no movement. 18 years later this child is now a man and still has no voice, no hearing, and no strength with which to carry himself, but this man somehow found a way to be free from the confines of his mind. At the age of 21 he discovered ebony and ivory, and now through the notes of his piano he is free, through the notes of his piano he is a symphony. Next  Or, Back to or visit