A mobile phone is like a human
To fully operate needs a charge
Like a phone, no woman, no man
Can fully engage, live it large
Each day injections of electricity
Transform the function of the machine
The basics of life the simplicity
Of food, water, love shelter are seen
To provide energy for life’s applications
That perform essential tasks and stimuli
For comfortable living in the modern age.
The camera phone operates like the eye
A vision taken,saved and stored in the cloud
Like the brain once seen hard to delete
Some images disgust some make us proud
Like our phones eventually we are obsolete
No longer the height of fashion and appeal
Too old to function with deteriorating battery
Hidden away despite still being able to deal
With most things in life, even if a little jittery
Sometimes I feel like a Nokia Five Double One Zero
I used to be the cool one, the one everyone craved
At the time I lasted forever, an everyday hero
Now I’m history, no function, decrepit, deprived.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2018 03:26
- Comment from author about the poem: An analogy of comparing life with a mobile phone. A little bizarre and I’m not sure why this sprung into my head to be the subject matter of a poem. (PS not too biographical!)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
You is fortunate you is not feeling like a fax machine - as in 'Fax machines; who uses them these days?!' And strange looks in some places if you ask about video recorders, as if to say 'Oh no, we stopped selling them about 500 years ago'. lol.
Don't mock the video recorders Orchi I still have mine and all my VHS videos, mind you I am have problems playing my Betamax videos.
Yes, we got our video recorder too. But when I asked for some tapes in a shop, I got a bit of a mocking look. They should get their finger out and help customers.
I seem to collect mobile 'phones.
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