The Phone

A Poem by Sam Phillips

The Phone

In the end

We get the call

What home awaits

Everyones personal salvation

The middle of the night

or by your hand

Every time comes

Answer the call

Time advances

Trees drop leaves

Everything has been said

What else remains.

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Added on December 3, 2015
Last Updated on December 3, 2015
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I don't like to explain my work because it leaves little room for personal interpretation. I do however welcome any feed back or ideas. more..

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