The Butt Dial

He’d been fifty years old for now quite a while
And it was a pretty good life he thought with a smile

But one small big thing did his contentment defile
His daughter – now full grown – had left his domicile

His memories floated back to when she was a child
He recalled very well she was complex and versatile

Deeper reflection only sharpened the trial
Alone now he felt, like on a desert isle

But just as his thoughts had come closer to vile
He jumped up in joy, no longer hostile

Twas the phone now abuzz and his heart raced a mile
His daughter was calling her dad whose face was a smile

Hello, hello, hello he answered with questions compiled
Then — oh no – he saw it was just a butt-dial

Pause…..

At first he sighed deeply, with thoughts filled with bile
But then what the heck, he just pressed redial