The dreaded phone call in the middle of the night. The news cannot be good. Should the phone be answered or not?
It was 2 am
When the telephone rang
Shattering the quiet of the night
A million thoughts ran through my mind
all producing fright
Who could it be?
What could have happened?
Did I even want to know?
I reached for the phone
My heart ready to burst
As a trembling voice said "hello."
"What happened?" I asked
"Is everything alright?"
The voice answered "No"
I couldn't bear to hear the report
My mind raced to and fro
I said a barely audible goodbye
and hung up the telephone.
I once had a call in the middle of the night from a TELEMARKETER. Poor man really got a piece of my mind for scaring me half to death. Phones ringing at 2 am are never good news. You said it well.
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