Phonebooth

Rusting and forsaken, there it stands....
forgotten by time and man.
The hot-spot a decade ago,
now stands deserted.
It marked the birth of a new era, a new generation

revolutionizing the way we spoke,
bringing people together
when miles were more than miles.
It heard the stealthy love talks;
a mother call her son abroad;
someone call his office,
to say he is stuck in traffic;
the relatives crowd those little boxes,
to hear the words of distant ones;
a frantic call to the ambulance
or a call to the good old friend,
it has heard it all...
it has heard the sounds of life.
It has heard the pages of time, turn
until the book chose to turn digital!

Its tiny brothers have conquered us
being with us anytime and anywhere.
This is when the servant becomes the master
and the master becomes the slave!

There it stands forgotten and absolete,
one of the last remains of the extinct species,
there stands the victim of time and man,
there stands a forsaken friend,
there stands the Phonebooth....