All the receipts are there,
All the way back to when records began.
Except for the one I really want:
The one for a heartbroken bitter old man.

I thought I would have it, I've everything else.
The impulses, presents and cheap-in-the-sale.
How very frustrating to lose just this one.
How very annoying to find I have failed.

Normally I dispose of tired old junk -
The faulty electrical, threadbare old clothes -
It's tempting to throw out this knackered old thing
But I keep choosing tolerate, never dispose.

And no-one would take it away from me:
It's way, way past its sell-by date.
I suppose I'm hanging around for a new one.
I hope it isn't too long a wait.

I've looked for repairmen and women for years.
There's not many trained in such rare types.
I found one a couple of months ago,
But she's got her own problems, fixing her pipes.

So I just put up with it, all apathetic.
I know it'll fail completely some day.
Will I be relieved, annoyed, or regret it?
Will it be destroyed or just fade away?