You stared at me for hours,

As I fed you information.

You clicked and cursed at me,

While making your creations.

We were a creative pair,

Changing the world together.

But now I’m alone and outside,

Battered by the weather.

You have decided to move on,

To a different technology scene.

Better pixels and resolution,

A more attractive glowing screen. 

But what happens to monitors like me,

The technology left for dead.

When you change your feelings,

And the thoughts in your head?

You dump me beside a dirty trash can,

Like I committed some terrible crime.

But you’re the real offender,

With your addiction to screen time.