` <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Since we parted on that day <br />I have wanted some things to say <br />So I dialled and tried again <br />Even though it was way past seven <br /> <br />Whatever happened to your phone <br />That my fingers should turn to stone <br />And if I cast a message with my pen <br />In agony must I wait full days seven <br /> <br />I’ve been going mad trying to ring you <br />'Til all my fingertips turn blue <br />It drives my patience up a tree <br />And keeps me wide awake till three <br /> <br />The phone would not ring, it never does <br />If it did you’d wonder about the fuss <br />Or then you’d jump about with glee <br />When I keep you wide awake till three <br /> <br />I wonder if you stay there still <br />Or if you didn’t foot the bill <br />Or did you walk out through my door <br />It’s another day so I’m up at four <br /> <br /> <br />But I’ll be home again in time <br />They’d think that phoning was a crime <br />‘Need enlightenment to keep alive <br />Can’t wait till that clock strikes five <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0-i-kept-dialling/
