Unexpected Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Unexpected



Sam called me;
In morning, too early,

He was lost after wife,
Went on train and took off.

“Let me try, ” he thought and
Chose a road to his right,

He drove and drove like raindrops.
He followed bents and curves.

He’s my friend of old day;
Of school, five decades;

On this path that was new
He went where house was few.

At roads’ end graveyard;
Each stones nicely marked.

“That is it, ” he slowed;
Slowly he stopped.

Picked his phone off the hook
He dialed my number.

“If this is end of us
Our efforts; let’s be nice.”

He said and, kept my mind
Think of him and his thought.

Hey you all;
Think of this as last call.

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