Thursday, November 19, 2009
Googling my old friends,
I find no thumbnails, just tombstones…
No skeletons in their closets,
They’re gone. I find real bones.
No latest news or babies,
Only long obituary lines…
Discovering the waning life;
The ending of our times.
One by one, called by the lord,
Their loved ones left alone…
I bought myself an answering machine,
I’ll not answer my ringing phone.