Some People Poem by bob barci

Some people,
faithfully write,
everyone in the phonebook - everyday.
Some people,
can't even scribble.
Some people,
have monthly phone bills that are sky high.
While some people,
are frightened off by the ring.
Some people,
leave old friends in the past.
Unlike some people,
who never let you go.
I think I'm a little bit of all these people.
Sometimes you'll get a letter from me
everyday of the week,
then I'll both loose and forget your address.
Sometimes I'll call you on the phone
even if you're on Alpha Centuri,
and then, rip it out of the wall.
Sometimes I'll totally forget you,
even if we met only an hour ago.
And then, at times, I'll never let you forget me.
Who says I can't write you occasionally?
Who says I can't phone you once in awhile?
Who says I can't make old friends part of my future?
I don't care for short term friendships.
The memory of them just lives on and on.
I need my memories in the flesh.
Faded photographs won't do.
They make me depressed
and end u being soggy.
I'm glad I got hold of you again.
A reunion's a celebration.
Reliving the crazy old days,
brings to mind those wonderfully insane things we did.
I was always the straight one.
You zanies had to play off someone!
When that ended so suddenly - something died.
It's time for a resurrection.
Resurrecting deserves a great big YA-HA! !

dedicated to Patty and Dave Meszaros