Cell Phones Poem by William Kofoed

Cell Phones



When He calls and I talk with Him
People see me talking to someone who isn't there
And listing to answers that they can't hear
They think that on the phone I must be
Yet years ago they worried about me
A little crazy they thought I might be
Now they know I'm okay

Cell phones are a wonderful thing

Sunday, April 14, 2019
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