types of talk

Talking with, talking at, and talking to,
All have different meaning, known by few,
To talk is known from far and wide,
It’s not a secret anybody can hide,
But those who can’t tell the difference,
Do not know what it is like to be indifferent.

To talk with, the act of people of care,
The few that know this real, are becoming rare,
To act and to please, meaningful phrase,
To those we find joy and purposeful ways.

To talk at, a meaningless stance,
For those who want merely a glance,
The attention of all those who listen,
Acting as if they shine with glisten.

To talk to, is too another way,
To express feelings of certain day,
More acting of care then gaining lot,
But still acting like others be dots.

Meaningful word are harder to come,
Harder and harder it seems for some,
Few words spoken to me, per se,
Not from people who know the word’s way,
Have been from the sort of talk,
Having little to do with their own heart,
Showing little compassion if any,
For any words I try to say to many,
But I never falter, never depress,
For I know some, some with finesse,
Those who know, those who care,
Those who’ve known the sorrows of despair,
If only I knew more, but life, it is, we see,
So I just smile and say, c’est la vie!