Senility of a Smartphone

The entire cosmos, a transient being, awaiting an imminent doom...
Mortal creatures us all, with temporary tenures, some in happiness, some gloom...
As Shakespeare said, a man in his life is not once but twice puerile...
But no passing is as prolonged, no departing as riling, as of a smartphone turned senile...

Long past are it's hay days, when the lissome figure drew many swoons and fawns...
Now, cracked, bent, broken, it shakes and weeps of those days from dusk to dawn...
Once the pride of the creator, pampered with bug fixes, security and firmware updates...
Now crashes at the slightest unbalance, the least provocation, becomes impossible to resuscitate...

Once a decathlon runner, hopping hurdles was as easy as eating apple pie...
An excellent juggler of the multitude of tasks thrown, it did a great job to satisfy...
Now tottering even with support is asking too much, energy sapping to null in a blink...
Multitasking a trait long rusted, handling even the most basic job makes it go under, sink...

All things wither away and die, that's one absolute truth known to all...
Ascension is for the youth, it's for the old to make the tumble to a precipitous fall...
Not everything ages like wine, at some point everyone lose their thunder...
The zenith to the nadir of its life flashes by, as it goes to nothingness, crushed asunder...

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