Call Me - Poem by Robert Abok
I know they won't but you will,
I know they may forget but I won't,
When it rises I will be waiting,
Onto my bed as it sets I will retire hoping.
When they forget will you recall?
And when I dial will you receive?
I will be gone for long and so will you,
We will depart but not part at heart,
They may go and never see the light of my eyes again.
But when they never call me,
I hope you never not.
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