12 November 2012
Twenty five years Phil worked on the line Feeling fine
Twenty more days Until Phil retires An industrial hero
Twelve hours more Until twenty four Phil punched out
Two miles drive Phil thought of his bride Now wrinkled with age
Forty years of marriage Phil worked most of it Bittersweet nostalgia
Phil opened the door To the house he built With Two hands
Phil was joyful Plans for tomorrow Two chairs on the porch
He called to his wife Phil shouted twice Nothing
Looking down Panicked and anxious Phil wiped his brow
He was confused No one to call Refusing to quit
The phone rang Ringing lightning Phil picked up
His boss at the plant Phil gulped What do you want?
I'm sorry to say this To you on the phone Are you alone?
Phil spoke Lips quivered Unidentified tone
What is it already? I'm busy, you're needy I'm retired
Your wife came to the plant. For a last day surprise She died Phil.
Click.
c. 2012 BZC
Concerning Phil • Opuss № I