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What may Never be |
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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
I Can’t Talk I feel a painful, paralyzing isolation I can’t use the telephone. It is too expensive for routine use. I can hear perfectly on Skype, The best in fifteen years But only know how to talk with two. It’s been three months now And I still don’t know how to manage contacts. I don’t even know how to add them, And can’t talk with friends. They don’t seem to know anything about it … And they do not talk on there. They are all married and have family commitments. I talk to Sister on it, And it sounded as if she were right here in my house, Like I wanted to make us coffee. And not a thousand miles away. And it didn’t even cost us anything? I don’t know how to get back on Messenger And don’t know who’s on that either. I’ll never visit with my distant friend again. But I am resigned to that; And that I will never keep up with them Before they pass out of my life. I’m being battered by a persistent, painful longing and despair. There’re teaching me and The teachers will get me there eventually. And I miss people who have not left yet. It has already been three months … I will never keep up with them. Before they pass out of my life. But I can fantasize of what may never be. Jaime |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Tough, my man . . . no easy way out I guess. Haven't used skype tho my kids have ... fairly new to cell, and thinking of ditching my land-line too. Think I'll go back to smoke --- it was free, but now they'd probably arrest you for starting a fire ... tried standing on the roof, damp blanket over the chimney ... almost died, my wife threated to shoot me if I didn't quit smoking up the house... Good write, painful... j. |
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