My Right Arm
I do not think I could survive
Without the arm I use
To do the thousand things it does;
I guess this isn't news.
But somehow something's come along
That means as much to me
And getting by without it
Would comprise a tragedy.
Don't judge me, for I'm pretty sure
That many can relate.
My iPhone's like a body part
That should not separate.
So when it wasn't working
Panic flooded through my soul,
Like my right arm yanked right off
And leaving just a gaping hole.
A guy at Staples fixed it.
Like a surgeon, he did catch
What the problem was, so my "right arm"
He got to reattach.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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