The Lament of the Old

Sitting in the drawer gathering dust,

I only wish to feel the touch

Of another’s fingers on my body

And press my buttons with skill, not folly.

How I yearn for someone to call

Me or even text before I fall

Asleep in the dark. My battery’s

Flat, it only responds to charge and flattery.

I dream of the day I used to

Be slim, now there’s models

More tiny than shapely. There’s nothing

To hold onto with these slim line folk.

Now I find I am replaced by

Those with cheaper packages

And those sleek and shiny bodies. I guess

I must face the fact, I am only a Nokia 3310!