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poetry by j matthew waters

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
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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11 thoughts on “on call on a friday night

  1. You are the word doctor

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

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

  4. 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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