Cold Call
A train derailed, the newsman said,
And there are people hurt and dead.
If someone that you love was there,
Then call this number, if you dare.
Imagine if you had to choose
To call or wait to have some news.
The agony of knowing not
Would try what patience someone’s got.
Though phoning could provide relief,
For some, there might be only grief,
Discovering an act of fate
Has made their loved one doubly late.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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