Father and Sons

No,

they don’t want to visit,

perhaps afraid

they may be asked 

to help out 

with something,

a little job 

around the house,

with anything really

for the old man.

No,

they don’t want to call,

perhaps afraid

to listen,

perhaps afraid

they may be asked

to think

of someone 

not themselves.

or hear news

not good.

No,

they don’t want to visit,

perhaps afraid

of the possibility

of buying a lunch,

when their company 

alone should be enough,

who knows

if they think at all.

No,

calls stay unanswered.

Perhaps

in case of an emergency,

the inconvenience

of an emergency,

so best not to answer 

that call.

Well, now it’s over.

Finished and done.

The end,

in this world.

Only immortality

wrapped in a poem 

remains.

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