Broken Phone

The broken phone
With all its functions in it
The broken phone
And its value within
Brought all the importance it holds
Down to its brokenness and sorrows
From the messages it could have received
To the people stored in it
To the connectivity of all sorts
To the alarm that will never be heard

Funny how its brokenness
Could have brought melancholy to its proprietress
It was one early Saturday morning
That have been missed
A morning that could have gone differently
Had the phone not been broken
Had it been fixed and working
It could have been spent spent with glee
And the whole weekend dearly

But the phone was broken
And boy, did it bring her weekend heart with it