Those Ingrates.....

as guests the welcome is made
after the roasted chicken and
the rice, come the fruits on
a silver tray and the cups of
red wine,

the conversations link from past
to present,
laughter decorates the veranda of
the house

glasses clink and the sound of
happy sipping pleases all
ears

music is played, and a bed is
offered for the night's sleep

they left two days after and it
was perfect free accommodation
and entertainment for them all

they said when you come to their
place, just make a call,

and indeed on that sunny month of
May where you want to make merry
you come to their place and make
a call,

their cellphones are off, or that
they cannot be reached, or that
the lines are busy.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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