Surviving My Life

A Poem for Tim...

I had a friend once named "Tim".

He called me often on a whim.

I've been calling for months,

and leaving messages a bunch,

And he doesn't seem to ever call back.


They actually have two phones to call

Neither of which is ever answered at 'tall

I think they use them for moral support

and cuddle them at night so they'll sleep some more

and I think the ringers don't even work.


I actually reached one of them one day -

She promised she'd go and save the day.

"Tim will call you" she said in the phone

I was so excited I wasn't alone!

But Tim never called - and I spent the rest of the night crying.


So what is the purpose of owning two phones

when one never answers them when someone calls your home?

Indeed, why have them at all when other devices would probably work better

Like tin cans on strings, and or heck - writing a letter.


So, I hope this poem reaches them one day.

One day they might call and I'll hear Tim say

"Dude I'm sorry...here's my lame excuse

For never calling you because I had better things to do..."


I'll go cry myself to sleep.

posted by Jeremiah @ 09:26