The Push Button Phone, poetry by Anahit Arustamyan at Spillwords.com
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The Push Button Phone

The Push Button Phone

written by: Anahit Arustamyan

 

A push button phone rang in the corner.
I wonder whose phone it was which rang so often.
It was mine when my hair was dark and longer.
That old phone brought voices, familiar voices every day.
However, it disappeared and blew the voices away.
The old phone left as if it had never rung its bell.
I hold a smartphone in my hand.
It looks smart and I don’t need to complain.
My hair was as dark as onyx but it is already grey.
The push button phone left with my youth’s sail.
My new phone is smart but it fails to bring those voices back.
”Hey, angels, do you hear those voices through my old phone’s track?”
I wish the push button phone came again.
The old phone disappeared but its image still remains.
There were voices, dear voices when my old phone rang.

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