ATHENS, CITY UNKNOWN
OLD FOLKS AT HOME
As I was speaking to a friend I heard your call,
after the efforts that I've made again today,
I was upset, seeking some help, for dark was all,
I cut-off speaking and I called you, no delay.
Your voice quiet but subdued… "how are you?
How is the kid? My Lemonia, Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year!" you wished back, a hopeful clue,
but there was worry in your voice, a hint of fear.
"The kid is fine, but I'm not, I'm feeling low",
"Then what is it?" you seemed unwilling to reply,
"I'm having trouble, not too serious, I don’t know,
perhaps I make too much of it, I don’t know why".
"Is it the body or the soul that's upset?"
"It's kind of both, but never mind, let's call it stress",
"Plenty of that I have also in my own set,
but I am worried about you, nevertheless".
"I was too busy to reply to your calls,
but I will text you the next time that all is fine",
Ok babe, I care about you, the time rolls,
don’t want to know anymore, " (as you're not mine).
"Is the kid sleeping, do you carry on with school?"
"Yeah, he is sleeping, he's a good obedient boy",
"give him my love, I'll call again, I hope it's cool,
take care of him and of yourself, good night, my joy!"
"Good night to you, call when you want, I will respond",
"Ok then, my Lemonia, in a few days!"
The line was off, between us still this lasting bond,
our little son, to teach us both some better ways.
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