Poem: Telephone

The simple ring of a telephone. 1
A message of death across its wire.
The nonchalance in its tone.
Failed understanding, cry of “liar.”

Joy in life, a journey just completed. 5
The world shattered in a minute conversation.
Where did it go?
Why did it flee?

My life is ever publishing the expanded edition,
Life is now a finished book for you. 10

HRLyons