My Old Phone

Goodbye my old phone, it is depressing to see you go

Lastly 8 years have passed, yet now your battery has fallen low

Every day I spent 4 hours with you, but now you go in the light

Now I must replace you, making me feel like I'm doing you wrong and not right

Your accessories, start to forget you, connecting to the new device

But it seems I'm the only gloomy person, with nobody to give me advice

My final words, are that you have lost your thunder

And then tomorrow, I shall bury you six feet under.