Mr Telephone Poem by MICHAEL VILANOVA

Standing in the crowd i feel alone
Happiest when she's on the phone
Talking to me like she is near
Erasing all my daily life's fears
Her voice highlighted by her smile
To bad where separated by miles
Each time she calls I'm pleased
Cause my lonely frown is eased
Her soft voice tells she concerned
This from our talks I have learned
I could listen to her all day long
But the phone has clicked she's gone
Mr. Telephone man will she call tomorrow
Her voice ending another day of my sorrows