'Cell Phone Bill' Poem by Linda Winchell

She sits in her local coffee house cafe
Pining over an overdue cell phone bill.
She has seemed to have reached her limit
With her boyfriends unpaid portion still.

She calls to her cells provider
While high pitched voice and pacing the cafe floor.
What is this poor girl to do?
She can't seem to take it anymore.

Her pants bottoms ragged
The shoes on her feet are barely there.
With her hair tucked neatly under a colorful baseball cap
She haggles on the phone
I can't take this anymore!
And I wish everyone
Would just leave me the heck alone!

A lady overhears her plight
She reaches slowly down into her purse.
She hands some money over to her
As if it had been pre-rehearsed.

'I couldn't help but overhear
The troubles that you have.
I see you're upset my dear child
And looking a wee bit sad.'

With that the lady slips away
Not saying another word.
She just wanted to show the girl
That someone cared
About the problems that were overheard.