Reminiscence

They all came expectantly 
Parking posh little wheels 
Of hard earned toil and labour 
In that neat dark driveway. 
Smart they looked ,a gathering 
Of many itchy ears! 
Slently listening as minutes 
In history, flew past unnoticed. 
How did they miss this opportune moment 
before? 
Perhaps never heard, perhaps never mentioned. 
Then the expressions and impressions, 
Lasting a second or two. 
Delaying,then, answer was "yes". 
They heard all they heard 
From the fountain of words 
Bravely searching their inner 
To continue at Time's call.

Itchy Ears