My eye-Phone

Before, I could hear long distance in analog,
The world was listening to tring-tring,
holding an ear phone.

Then, pleasing to my eyes
I bought a new phone,
an eye-phone.

Before I could arrive
into the new world,
from triggers of tring-tring,
the new world was at 6s
they said it was the i-phone
that appealed to my individuality,
appalling my purse,
inducing more tick-tick,
to pressing square on a screen
that would play,
a song,
a ring,
or solve your worry in a hurry;
it was a picture,
of many-in-one on an i-phone.

Then came upgrades,
I was lost,
From 7 to 13
like those years in oblivion
unsubscribed to adolescence
and straight to maturity.

Now, I’m on 14 of my years
labelled as pro-max,
with those three eyes
making past,
taking pictures of present,
captivating the future,
in the passage of time
to wherever it takes
my eyes; my I-phone!