The Telephone by Edward Field, 1924 -

My happiness depends on an electric appliance

And I do not mind giving it so much credit

With life in this city being what it is

Each person separated from friends

By a tangle of subways and buses

Yes my telephone is my joy

It tells me that I am in the world and wanted

It rings and I am alerted to love or gossip

I go comb my hair which begins to sparkle

Without it I was like a bear in a cave

Drowsing through a shadowy winter

It rings and spring has come

I stretch and amble out into the sunshine

Hungry again as I pick up the receiver

For the human voice and the good news of friends

*Edward Field (born June 7, 1924) is an American poet and author.