This is a comical poem I wrote this when I had so many problems on the phone. |
My first commitment of the morning to take, is a call I have to make. Listening to the ring, waiting for an answer “Hello” To my surprise she gives me a choice with her very real sounding voice. Of numbers or a name, or a website to sing. Its all about waiting to be connected, When all of a sudden there is a sound, its music I hear and not a voice. What happened? I ask, to my surprise. I am on hold how can this be? I begin to hit the pound sign again and again, I plead, grant me patience Lord, but hurry. I pace the floor in a scurry. Oh Lord, Give me what it is I need. I just called to get some info, I do not wish to take too long. I wait and wait while I listen to a song. I just need someone to listen. Here my plea, don’t you see? Give me the right to talk please. I started this call in the morn, I am now forlorn, for it is nigh, oh me oh my! Please give me an answer for what I need. With what to my ears I hear, A voice! Oh my it is to believe. “Hello, hello, are you there? Then what is it that I hear? Oh no, I panic, this is not my plan. Can this be? I don’t understand. I begin to talk and explain, when once again I hear a melody. What is this familiar sound? I'm on hold again! To hear a person is all I need. I feel this is a game, when over and over it is the same. You are being transferred I am told. Help me if you can. When once again I am put on hold! This was not the plan what is this all leading to? I forgot why I am calling or even who! I am withdrawn, and halfway sitting in my chair. I give a yawn, when what do I hear? A voice, telling me, “Our office is now closed, please call back tomorrow“. Oh what pain, oh what sorrow. With a tear on my cheek and a scratch to my voice I answer aloud, “Do I have a choice? |