Down the Drain

I can see you are in a lot of pain You dropped your cell phone down the storm drain Tears are welling up, you are about to bawl Because you can't make a phone call No chance of you lifting the lid You couldn't reach it if you did By now that phone is soaking wet It is probably ruined and yet I don't think I've seen anything dumber When you borrowed a phone to call your number You heard it ringing ten feet below In a place where you can't begin to go I couldn't believe it but it's a fact You left a message to call yourself back Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper 2/25/19