Useless Date: Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 08:24:27 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: LovingWhispers (one missed call) Darn mobile phones Not exactly what I call "mobile" When they can't up and run to me yelling "hey stupid...you deaf?" I pass the waiting hours with a load of chores Up to my lily white in cleaning Missing that homely voice of yours Country pours from the radio,I sway Lost in what my tears create Wishing you were here today Rebel strands of hair fall loose and out of place I sigh for the miles between Then brush them from my face Sunlight filters through the curtained pane Maybe a morning kiss from you? This only serves to send me more insane Immobilised,I'm as useless As this so called mobile phone Darling if you're dialling now Please hang up and just come home This poem is Copyright © LovingWhispers Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=54347