Phone
Stories I could tell
Secrets I could share
Would shame the hearts of many
Gossiping words
Sordid affairs
I am blessed to hear plenty
One never knows
What secrets revealed
When thoughts of one receiving
This is a life
So many would covet
So many will never see
Tales of the rich
Scheming and trades
Loss of love and grievance
What many will do
At the price of a dime
Would shatter the hearts of millions
Yet I will never share
Words received in my care
Entrusted but never forgotten
My lot in this life
To carry the strife
Words of the smitten
So this is my job
Believe it or not
Secrets safe with me
There is no one to share
The tales that I hear
This life is haunting me
Until I run out of storage and life
Rely solely in my favor
The life of a phone
One hell of a load
Who says that jobs are easy
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