Poetry from the Creek: Porting Practically

If it was patience and fond belief then I’ll take the

accolade - but you’d hardly say I suffered silently,

and any way you review it there’ll be sides you’d

likely disport or barrack for, simply because you

have the right; for an age, I thought I didn’t have

a leg either way but then today’s message came

and I’m in with my old mobile number to boot - a

blessing which Virgin Mobile finally delivered me

So I express my gratitude by not swearing aloud -

eight treks to the hilltop may have increased that

endurance index one brags about but my legs in

evidence state it was Hell and porting your old #

that way’s ridiculous, especially if a no reception

zone indice separates only wolves from lambs

But we’re there & I don’t need to advise contacts

of a new mobile number they’ll immediately lose,

although they’ll still remark, what’ve you gained -

I chose the status quo which is in knowing that it

was my choice exactly, & altho nothing changed,

we’ll still see the same future more practically …

Poetry from the Creek