Cell Phone. Written on September 1, 2011 by tinkwelborn Categories: Poetry - The Stuff of Life 0 0 comments so far. Why not leave your own? ………………………………………. I’m waiting for that cell phone to ring. It never does. Who would call me, anyway? . Sometimes the face lights up Like I’m about to receive a call, And I jump, flip open the lid; But, no one is there. Why? What is it with a cell phone? A black cell phone. Perhaps a different color will do. . . ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011 . Rate this:Share this:TinkwelbornShare Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related