Proud Mobile Telephone
There was once a proud mobile telephone
She could hide when a shabby customer came
“Tell that one I have gone on trip”
Another one comes
“Inform your man I’m still resting”
Another comes
“For me I want only my relatives”
Time rolled on like a ball
Then time so dear went for sabbatical leave
The proud mobile telephone grew old
Hair was grey, eyelashes vanished
And skin became wrinkled
Her teeth became yellow with age
The back became bent
Then the cry,
“Tell anyone to come
I am ready.”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2020
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