The world is getting
smaller
smaller
smaller
As one by one
by one
by one
by one
Your relatives
your friends
your lovers
past
and present
They stop
They quit
They pass
They leave
They die
And you, reluctant and infrequent caller
One day discover they are simply gone
And all that’s left are electronic ghosts –
That lie
And fade away just like the waning crescent
Of a hazy moon
so soon
so soon
too soon
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About the Creator
Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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