Cellular Phone
Sometimes I teeter on the brink
Have difficulty getting along, I think,
Definitely lost and frighteningly alone
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
Once upon a time, so long ago,
I could freely come and go
But now I'm a prisoner and so alone
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
I remember when I would come and go
My machine would pick up friend and foe
But now I dare not leave my home
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
When I reach for that little black gadget
And find it missing from its usual pocket
I panic and break out in a sweaty groan
Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.
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