Cassandra

i thought about a friend of mine while writing this

Cassandra

 

I met up with my friend Cassandra,

Asking if we can meet for lunch.

She turn me down,

Saying she was busy.

She has chapters to read; papers to write,

And club meetings to attend.

We will meet up some other time.

I promise you that.

Years later, I saw Cassandra.

I wanted to celebrate my new job,

And a new man in my life.

She turned me down,

Saying she was busy.

She has projects to go over; reports to review.

And her boss is on her butt.

We'll meet up some other time.

I promise you that.

Years later I saw her again.

With wrinkles on her face,

and tired eyes.

i want to celebrate the birth of my first child.

She turned me down.

Saying she was busy.

She's traveling all over the world.

and dealing with family issues.

we will meet up some other time.

I promise you that.

Well, she has kept her promise.

We finally met up with each other,

and told her about my life.

While she sat and listened,

In her grave.

Reviews

[Fabiola Sully]

Thank you very much. This poem is a tribute to a friend of mine.

[Wildecat]

That is sad, unfortunately some people just don't get the big picture until it is too late. Nice write.

[bluessadmood]

wow that was so nice true work of art ,you are wonderful ,its like a story ,very well thought ,very good built,very wise and exciting i kept reading to the end for it was so captivating,wonderful idea,yes this is how our life has turned into a real rat race,no time for friends or socializing ,and suddenly there is death to end it all ,suddenly the race stops ,great just great ,you have a great talent my dear,wonderful writing