Say When

When did I develop all this ease
Talking to people? As I well recall
I used to think that glibness was all sleaze
And merely fooferaw and foderol.
Now I can talk to people gracefully
With smiles and laughs that catch them up in turn
As if some imp or demon lived in me
And used my mouth to snatch up souls to burn.
Where did this aptness come from? When did I
By any means acquire such a gift?
All I am sure of is I used to try
And fail to make my lips part or tongue lift
To speak to any; now I chat along
One of the merry, glib, conversant throng.