What Am I? (A Riddle Poem)

I lie here waiting patiently Just to gently stroke your hair Unless you think you need me It seems you just don’t care You sometimes forget about me And leave me here alone I always feel so neglected When you leave me here at home I am not the only one That is in your life it’s true I know you have another With you all day through I heard you say you wanted A new one because I am old You are going to replace me How could you be so cold I have been the very best That I could ever be Always right here ready If you should ever need me Gently take me in your hand And hold me nice and tight Let me have one hundred strokes Before you turn out the light What am I? Your hairbrush!