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
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
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