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 Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related