"Poem About a Cellphone"

Each morning, it wakes me up with an alarm,

A shining screen that ends the night's calm.

With just a tap, a swipe, my day begins,

With digital words and virtual things.

It helps me learn, it helps me grow,

Reminds me there's so much to know.

It comforts me when I feel sad,

And shows me wonders I never had.

But sometimes, I depend too much,

On little things, with just one touch.

I overlook the tasks I must do,

Delay my goals, and lose what's true.

Still, in this tool, I see the power

To connect, create, and fill each hour.

The problem is not the phone, in the end,

But how I use it, that truly depends.