Maybe the Phone Will Ring
She sits alone
The day is gray
Her eyes are dull, with light extinguished
Maybe the phone will ring
Where are they now?
The ones she cradled?
The young and able?
Telemarketers are now her friends
Maybe the phone will ring
She sits alone, the used and old
No one who cares, of stories told
A cat struts in the room
Here kitty, kitty...won't you play with me?
There was a time she felt alive
She served a purpose, filled a need
Photographs her company
The days are much too long
Maybe the phone will ring
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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