My Right Hand Man
You are always by my side,
Clutched tightly in my right hand.
I must only simply slide,
To reach your radiant land.
You answer every question,
Just as fast as I can blink.
Say, is it your profession,
To bring me the correct link?
It seems never fail to smile,
With the thousands things you do
I know takes such a long while,
For me to tell you adieu.
Without you, I'm a lost soul,
Wandering around alone.
You're the reason I feel whole,
My sweet and wonderful phone.
This poem is about:
Me