Voicemail

You make a call and no one’s home
Or possibly asleep,
And so you hear their message
Then you wait to hear the beep.

You talk as though there’s someone there
Who’s listening to you.
In fact, somebody might be, but
You haven’t got a clue.

For nowadays, your number
Will appear on someone’s phone,
And maybe he or she’d prefer
That you’d leave them alone.

So next time as you leave your message,
Picture, if you dare,
The person you are calling
Sitting listening, right there.

When my phone rings, though, I’ll pick up
If I am on the scene;
So if you hear my voicemail,
Please converse with my machine!