on call on a friday night

13 Oct 2017

on call on a friday night

how do I replace all the friends
I’ve lost along the way
at what point will it be the end
of the road for me

it’s silly to dwell on such thoughts
but sometimes ego
unexpectedly takes over
suggesting I fall to my knees

road signs keep cropping up
further and further from the city
expanding the time it takes
to find inner peace

meanwhile I sit idly by
counting virtual dollars in the
palm of my hand
waiting somewhat impatiently

october two thousand seventeen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged death, inner peace, poem, Poetry

11 thoughts on “on call on a friday night”

Lara/Trace on October 14, 2017 at 4:55 am said:

You are the word doctor

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- j matthew waters on October 14, 2017 at 8:15 am said:
  
  Thank you, Lara!
  
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Pleasant Street on October 14, 2017 at 9:08 am said:

Heart-wrenching. Death hits each of us in a very personal way.

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- j matthew waters on October 14, 2017 at 10:57 am said:
  
  Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this piece, Rose.
  
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  - Pleasant Street on October 14, 2017 at 11:31 am said:
    
    I have a feeling I have misinterpreted the poem. But I suppose that we all do that sometimes with art.
  - j matthew waters on October 14, 2017 at 2:24 pm said:
    
    it’s what the reader gets out of any particular piece that’s most important….
  - Pleasant Street on October 14, 2017 at 3:17 pm said:
    
    alright
K.C. on October 19, 2017 at 5:32 pm said:

How much can you feel John, I’m amazed. Everytime.

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- j matthew waters on October 25, 2017 at 9:53 pm said:
  
  thank you very much for sharing your thoughts here again Kanika – it’s a pleasure having you here
  
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Carl D'Agostino on October 20, 2017 at 1:34 pm said:

how do I replace all the friends
I’ve lost along the way

I have often thought about this. Friends of whom I was very fond have seemed to have evaporated out of my life and I don’t know how or why. No way to search or reconnect as I knew them only by first name or nickname. Live a fairly reclusive life and really don’t seem to have any friends any more just acquaintances. It’s scary being alone.

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- j matthew waters on October 20, 2017 at 7:23 pm said:
  
  yes people come and people go – I still have two very good friends but we connect very infrequently. thank you for sharing your thoughts on this one, Carl.
  
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