Roll Over Minutes

Say what?
I have not seen you in years.
So good it is to see you.
I feel like breaking down in tears.

But then within one hour,
You receive a call on your cell phone,
From a long lost aging relative...
Who has fallen and can't get up.
And afraid to be alone.

'I'm sorry, honey.
I have to cut this visit short.
You know how it is with family...
They know just who to call.
Those who will stop to prioritize 'them'.
Regardless of what it is...
Those loyal like me abort! '

Say what?
I have not seen you in years.
So good it is to see you.
I feel like breaking down in tears.

And I'm trying to be understanding.
With no demands on your time.
I know how deep you are in it.
But you tell your family...
I am the one in need,
Of those roll over minutes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!