My very heart and soul do break,
So forlorn and woebegone
When I , alone with my pajamas on
Have been begrudged my telephone.
I go to Google’s Hangouts and
Punch my number into the keys.
And hope and pray that maybe please
Its dulcet ring will soon arise.
O I suspect where it may be
Perchance in my pajama bottom
At least that’s where it was last autumn.
And just where are they when I need’em?
If it into my pants pockets was tossed
And only for a moment lost
I hope that soon our paths will have again crossed
And it will not in a machine get washed.
Great! I really liked this poem and have done just this with my phone!
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Thanks I’m really happy you liked it
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They have become such a life line, I can see someone being this upset over losing their phone to the washer…
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yes that’s true. Everyone has his calendar, camera, clock and other unavoidable necessities completely in one place. Besides that, pay phones no longer exist,, so there’s no plan B in case of loss
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