The Message

The Message

He picked up the phone and looked at the keys

And called up the message she sent

She sung him a song maybe five seconds long

And he knew soon what every word meant

 

“I’ve something to tell you please wait there for me”

Was the only part he could hear

He waited alone until later that day

When the song and the message came clear

 

He picked up the phone and looked at the keys

A year troubled by that strange song

So he pushed the key that was written “Delete”

Thinking now it was time to move on

by Don McBeth