Saturday, September 1, 2012

Life Isn't Fair


Life Isn’t Fair


He waited there by the phone
Waiting there all afternoon
Got up early, suit and tie
Took the bus all the way downtown
The wait for that interview
Seemed to take forevermore

And now he waits, he waits alone
Unemployed for two years now
Used up his savings, sold the house
Wife and kids left him long ago
Maybe this time he can win
Them back again, if he can start.

Life isn’t fair, it isn’t fair
He cries out alone at night
Why, why, why
Did she abandon me?
Love should be strong enough
It should support not run.

The phone rings, he can’t move
The call display shows it’s them
His hand hovers, nervously
Should he wait one more ring?
Will he seem too anxious now?
The answering machine picks up.

“We’re sorry, but you weren’t the one
We were looking for someone young
Good luck in your endeavours”
Click and it’s over . . . . . . it’s over.
The click is followed by a bang
The neighbours call 911.


August 30, 2012
Joe Robinsmith

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