Why must we call you that

I hem and I haw.

Why do I,
not let them
call me daai,
They ask
for what must be
The thousandth
time.

Is it because,
they say,
you want to feel
young again
or is it because
you feel that
such words
are often used
in vain?

Hem and haw, hem and haw
The matter
Goes forgotten.

Why do I,
though,
Why do I?

Why not,
I retort,
Inside my head,
Unless there is
a point being made
Why is it
that
those words must be said
I like points,
and I like making
Do let me know,
if that's what
you're doing.

Then we go
to where we began.

The real answer
Goes evaded
Once again.