If it ceases to work
I don't know
What I'll do
I'll have nothing to contact
The outside world through
And I'll lose
All my tunes
Until it can be fixed
And recharging resumes
Unimpeded in its
I assume perhaps dusty
Or rusty old bits
Of components internal
Perplexing me so
As I've tried everything
But I still just don't know
What could be
Going on
Inside cellular cells
That prevents the replenishing
Energy wells
Of my telephone
Owned it for years
And have known
It to guide me, remind me
Wherever I roam
With but a few
Complications, malfunctions
And power corruptions
But never a problem like this
To disrupt it
From showing me that
Little spark in the corner
And phoning me home
As an alien foreigner