Robo Calls
Robo Calls
Written: by Tom Wright
6/14/2018
My days have become low lighted, by a ringing phone,
And this constant annoyance induces from me a groan.
This disrupts my day leaving me feeling harassed,
But between rings I count the blessings I’ve amassed.
These calls are very seldom from people that I know,
But our answering machine blaring is stealing my glow.
They start early morning before coffee leaves my cup,
And if they don’t start talking I simply refuse to pick up.
But God’s timeless beauty of a morning sky gets praise,
It always outshines the twenty five calls I get most days.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2018
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