What Am I? Poem by Trevor Schulte

I glance at your face
each and every day
Waiting for the opportune moment
to come my way
You stare back at me
appearing to be the same as before
Even though you slowly change
deep within your core
Your essence is always reliable
and trustworthy to all points
Your hands are constantly
readjusting your unstable joints
I hang your moving picture on my wall
watching you before dinner grow tall
When will you stop
and cease to exist
When will you become stubborn
and have your final kiss
The only time I'll give you that flattery
is when you my friend, run out of battery