When you were young

When you were young and blue and full of sadness,

And nodding by the window you took a look at your phone,

And slowly read the text messages you received last night,

The words ignited an immortal fire in your soul;

How many moments of unforgettable memories you made,

And how you lost your brand new phone one sunny morning,

But one benevolent man returned the lost piece of your soul,

And you loved the gadget even with its broken screen;

The cracked screen reflected the glowing lights of the lounge,

You murmured a sad apology to your furious mother,

She glared at you through her golden rimmed glasses,

And you hid your tear streaked face in your hands.