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Forgotten Again

Forgotten again.

The time I waste waiting,
The phone that doesn't ring,
The plans they fizzle,
And something sinks inside.

I call,
No one picks up.
I expect a call,
And no one dials.

I don't know if I want too much,
Not enough.
Do I live up to expectations,
Or fall flat?

Isn't it possible,
For that small bit of courtesy?
You can't come,
You won't be able to make it.

Forgotten again .

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Unknown said…
Hey nice blog here....but just a suggestion....make the text at the top a different color to contrast the background, I can hardly read it at all. Maybe a blue or green would work. Other than that, keep up the good work!
July 08, 2006 12:03 AM
Anonymous said…
Just popping over to say it's great to be your guest for the week and enjoyed reading your poem. Hope we can stay in touch, with best wishes, The Artist
July 11, 2006 4:14 AM
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