A Forgotten Man
One by one they left the nest
Daughters and sons
Their time at home done
Let the old man rest
They all started their lives
In brand-new locales
Called him once a week
Vowed to stay pals
But the calls became fewer
They had jobs and kids too
No time to reminisce
Their lives were exciting and new
He had his interests, they figured
His own circle of friends
So they forgot all about him
Blatantly -- didn't even pretend
To care that he missed them so much
That all he asked for was to just keep in touch
That he was pining away, becoming depressed
A forgotten man, no longer blessed...
So late in the evening of his final birthday
Sitting by the phone, to hope and to pray
He put a gun to his temple, for no one had called
This forgotten man, for whom was felt nothing at all
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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