The Phone Call

As one moves, into higher authority,

Wouldn’t you think it would be a priority?

To quickly return one’s promised phone calls,

And avoid those embarrassing office protocols.

The one who is waiting isn’t asking for much,

Please take a moment to just keep in touch.

A word, a clue, a tidbit of news,

Is all that is needed to ward off my blues.

I stare at the phone and beg it to ring,

A phone call right now, would just be the thing,

To stave off the worry, the wonder, the duress,

I fear I can’t bear much more of this stress.

My phone starts to jingle, ‘Oh surely it’s him!”

I answer it quickly and learn to my chagrin,

It just another salesman offering me a deal,

I cut him off quickly, amid his appeal.

I’ve made up mind; he’s not going to call,

It’s just my own Karma, you see, after all.

I don’t deserve, to be treated with respect,

It’s my own doing, my fate, I suspect. 

Ken Ferguson