Red Telephone Box...
The number was 28-6-1965
The call came through at a quarter past 2
The name was given
The joy of the news shared by the proud young parents
The phone had a dial
The dial had 10 holes
The holes had bold black numbers
The numbers led to calls with random life outcomes
The calls were made throughout her life
She rang often and she rang without delay
even when some of them had already passed away
She shared her everything and she shared her all
The telephone box still stand proud in that park
Many others talk, cry, unburdon and lie
Many others walk there and end calls with a smile
The telephone box, in all its red,
witnessed a life filled with decisions and calls of no regret
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