A good friend on the phone
from far away around the world,
who just listens, then I listen
on our annual New Year call.
We go on to talk on all kinds of topics
while he drinks his evening whiskey,
I drink my morning cup of tea.
We recall my time in his country
discuss happenings for people we know,
events in the world,
movies and books.
No pressure, just a chat
as we sit in the comfort
of our own homes
enjoying each other’s company
long after we parted.
This is another poem , also posted on 27 November 2015, when I was was just starting out on WordPress, and had only a few views and followers.