Ode To My Power Cord, Now Broken.

What perfect shape, square and small
as the palm of my hand doth encircle thee;
Long tail of white swirling round about
and plugged into the wall tenderly.

 

Blinking amber, a glow against the pale wall
I heard voices singing softly, "I am charging."
While when green, the color of wet grass in morning
They uttered with great delight, "I am charged!"

 

O! Cruel fate hath frayed your wires!
O! The dark demons of plastic cut and torn!
Your insides layed out like a soldier slain before me,
Dear Power Cord, my heart is broken.

 

Sweet Power Cord, I loved thee with a love unspoken,
An appreciation for the silent work of your wires.
Godspeed you to the graveyard of tools forgotten,
Now I replace you for one hundred dollars.