By Jared Durborow

The elderly man sits at the phone

The old face alive with zing

Hello! Hello! Shouts the exuberant man

But when he answers the man sinks down low

And hangs up for it isn't

Granddaughter Trish or grandson Dan

The old man sits his face no longer aglow

Once again the man was shot down

By a salesman or the such

He thought of a time drifting the town

But sadly this didn't help much

But over time this man's heart grew weary

Waiting for the call that never came

And soon his life grew short and teary

At the phone he would stare

Once again the phone took a buzz

Thinking it another prank

He ignored the phone changing into his PJs with fuzz

While he let his heart sink

Three times more the phone would ring

But grandpa just ignored it

Then finally on the fourth grandpa sang

Alright I'm coming don't have a fit

Hello? Demanded him into the phone

Grandpa? A small voice came trough the line

Falling to his chair grandpa began to cry and moan

Finally he had got his call but was almost out of time

We love you grandpa

Shouted the small voice

Trish and Me wish you saw

This is the best grandpa said eyes growing moist

Sad to say grandpa died that night

With a number to dial

He died that night with out a fight 

But rather a broad smile