There's an elephant in the room

There's an elephant in the room

It's large and squatting,
so it's hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with
"How are you?" and "I'm fine"
and a thousand other
Forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather.
We talk about work.
We talk about eveything else,
except that elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room.
We all know its there.
We are thinking about the elephant,
as we talk together.
It's constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very large elephant.
It has hurt us all.

But we don't talk about the elephant in the room.
Oh, please say his name.
Oh, please say his name again.
Oh, please talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about his death,
perhaps we can talk about his life.
Can I say his name to you
and not have you look away?
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me...
...alone...
IN A ROOM...
WITH AN ELEPHANT...

Author: Terry Kettering

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