The Dying Mp3

by Rusheena   May 21, 2007


Dying slowly, but with grace
Constantly worrying about the changing colors on its face.
Looking half as beautiful as the day I bought it.
Use to play music non-stop, but now it has a limit.
Having sudden attacks while it's working for me.
Sometimes, it even stops breathing, and it makes me wanna put it out of its misery.
Very soon, I know that I'll have to trash my friend
But, I 'd rather take out the battery and start all over again.
No hope for the future; it's sad that we both know
But, we both understand that everything has to go.
Not another one like it, and it wants me to get an Ipod
I just can't upgrade; it would be too odd.
I'm not gonna let it go down without a fight.
So, get ready, buddy; hold on tight.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Corruption

    Great poem it is sad but it also has a little humour in it lol good job you did a wonderful job on it

    keenan