Short Stories and poems

Ode to a Phone

My cellphone died.

For 8+ years
I used you
To make a call.
Been through a
few good numbers.
Got through a job
without a fail.
Stumbles and falls
no cracks at all.
For a flip phone
you were better
than a fancy
smartphone.
You thwarted one hacker
that tried to steal
the family line.
Now it's time for you
to make one last call.
"Hello my darling,
Hello my rag-time gal!"