I found myself the other day,
In sore and desperate need,
My phone was out of battery,
And something was wrong with the charging lead.
I pulled up to a red phone box,
In some rural hemisphere,
And tried to find money to use it,
But it only ran on coins from yesteryear.
I love this great bit of history,
A wonderful cultural thing,
But when I need it but cannot work it,
My blood boils and my ears start to ring!
The Phone Box
30 Friday May 2014
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Beautifully written!
Thank you very much!
Loved it! Stopping by from the Bloggers Network on FB. 🙂
Thank you Mimi! I’ll check you out too!