The Dial Phone

The Dial Phone

By David Smith October 26, 2010

The dial on a phone, the circle as it spins.

Osborne, four, oh, four, four, one;

My phone number, where to begin;

From Grade one to grade eight that phone number was real;

A black dial phone, had prestige and appeal;

Thought of my mom, seeing the cell phone with class

Strong vivid memories as they sometimes clash;

Mom blamed the push buttons why wrong numbers were dialled

Simple change got my aged mother riled;

Observing the dial on a cell phone hit home

Memories of my parents continue to roam

A simple picture to hit a nerve

Life constantly throws us a curve.

Anchoring thoughts to pictures in life;

Changing the image, we can overcome strife.


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