The Call

When he was young he waited for the call....

A ring he did offer to a girl of twelve

She laughed but, did not see his tears, they did fall.

He waited for the call....



At seventeen, he tried again

A girl of wonderous dark eyes and hair of coal

She'd met another and again his heart was raw.

He waited for the call....



In his twenty's he did marry, and fifteen years later...

With kids and money, both unloved and feeling empty

They both walked away appalled.

He waited for the call....



From a ward of insane and norm

He walked among the rich and poor,

And met a pair of emerald eyes in the mall

Endless battles of a score or more

Did result in another to walk away

With a darkened shawl.



He waited for the call....

He slept day and night in long lost halls

A phone by his head and a bottle in his hand

He finally tossed and once again learned to

Crawl.



He waited for the call....

Reaching out one last time

He went on with travels both close and far

To meet short and tall.



He waited for the call....

An endless night he but did approach

And in his final breath --- He realized

He had missed the call....