This is the hour of expectation, my pals
This is the hour of waiting.
The night is cold and the air is still
And I'm waiting for your calls, my pals
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The lament of a lonely soul longing for company and waiting eagerly to hear from his dear pals! It is when we travel through the labyrinthine paths of life solitary that we long for the presence of dear and near ones.... Of all perhaps friends matter more! A simple phone call can revive our spirits! A heart warming write!
In this world of mobile communication an interesting poem here and likes it.The Expectation of the return of the beloved beautifully created in poetic lines.
Beautiful. Loneliness so hard, so sad U have an auntie who tends to be really lonely. When I call her or pay her a visit, I know it makes a huge difference. But so often in my own busy life, I forget to call. I often wonder why she never calls herself to me. I would be delighted to talk to her or in case i am no free, call her back at my earliest convenience.