The old t.v. sleeps in the alley
It was thrown out a few nights ago

Once, it was the center
The the corner stone of a family

Now, its screen is cracked
as it is prostrate, in gravel

It cries, but the family ignores the tears
They are too busy, installing a new one

A slimmer, sleeker, more distinguished
Television to replace the other

The new t.v. sits in the center
Blissfully unaware that he too

will be thrown out
In a matter of months

I see the old, weeping t.v.
And i know that I too

Will be thrown away
And left to weep

In a matter of time