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One day, The man woke up to a dark, Silent, and empty house. Besides the old, dusty, brown Chairs and sofa, And alone with some old rusty Appliances, nothing else Could be seen there. He looked and looked. They weren't anywhere. His wife and three children Were no longer here. It was only him- ALONE. One would surely think That it would have mattered, Even just a little bit, to him, That his family had just Suddenly had enough And so they disappeared, Completely, from his life. But! He still spent all of his time At a job he only hated. He still spent any of his spare time That he had on the newest Phone. He still spent most of his Waking hours in the latest car, Driving, driving, driving Well, everywhere! For, he never stayed home With his family, That at one time, had loved Him and did many, many things For him, things that he always Took for granted. Why, some would even say That he really didn't miss them At all! For, throughout the years, Not a day during spring, summer, Or fall did either the mother Nor the children ever enter His mind. And, if any of them ever did, Well then.... Nevermind! He had other important Things to do you know, Other than think about them, Four forgotten and misplaced Objects that he only would use And toss aside, day after day, March, April, and May. Remember! He had to work. He just didn't ever have any time, Not even an hour, to spare, Even if he did care! He had plenty of time to spare, However, to be on his phone, Day after day, Night after night....... And, then suddenly, just like that, All of the three children Had all grown. And just how he had missed it all Shall remain, just like a mystery, Unknown. He's just too busy!
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Too Busy
One day, The man woke up to a dark, Silent, and empty house. Besides the old, dusty, brown Chairs and sofa, And alone with some old rusty Appliances, nothing else Could be seen there. He looked and looked. They weren't anywhere. His wife and three children Were no longer here. It was only him- ALONE. One would surely think That it would have mattered, Even just a little bit, to him, That his family had just Suddenly had enough And so they disappeared, Completely, from his life. But! He still spent all of his time At a job he only hated. He still spent any of his spare time That he had on the newest Phone. He still spent most of his Waking hours in the latest car, Driving, driving, driving Well, everywhere! For, he never stayed home With his family, That at one time, had loved Him and did many, many things For him, things that he always Took for granted. Why, some would even say That he really didn't miss them At all! For, throughout the years, Not a day during spring, summer, Or fall did either the mother Nor the children ever enter His mind. And, if any of them ever did, Well then.... Nevermind! He had other important Things to do you know, Other than think about them, Four forgotten and misplaced Objects that he only would use And toss aside, day after day, March, April, and May. Remember! He had to work. He just didn't ever have any time, Not even an hour, to spare, Even if he did care! He had plenty of time to spare, However, to be on his phone, Day after day, Night after night....... And, then suddenly, just like that, All of the three children Had all grown. And just how he had missed it all Shall remain, just like a mystery, Unknown. He's just too busy!
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jl-davis
USA
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
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