In search of a new mobile phone, I wander alone,
For I’ve lost my previous one, my trusty old phone.

It served me so well, faithful and true,
A model of the past, yet it never withdrew.

Old and worn, but still so grand,
It never faltered, held fast in my hand.

No troubles, no glitches, a model unique,
Oh, how I long for a phone of its mystique.

Friends questioned my choice, puzzled and bemused,
“Why not get a new one?” they often accused.

But I’d smile and reply with heartfelt delight,
“I’m content with my phone, it feels just right.”

Alas, the model I cherished is no more,
Its time has passed, gone to the lore.

Now I yearn for a device that will never grow weary,
Smooth as a river, swift and never dreary.

It should be modern, sleek, and fine,
Yet reliable, like that old phone of mine.

I hope to find in it a new companion, a worthy mate,
A phone that won’t trouble, nor exacerbate.

Let its performance be flawless everyday
And guide me through life, come what may.

So off I go, on this quest anew,
To find a phone that will surely woo.

Farewell, old friend, memories remain,
As I embark on this modern terrain.

Though you are gone, your memory lives on,
I’ll cherish the moments, the bond we had won.

And as I embrace a new chapter in life,
May my next phone bring joy, free from strife.