But I found it on the driveway

 I took the cellphone from off of the driveway,
I am a seven year old lost boy.

I cradled it carefully in my hands,
My new obsession, my new toy.

I hid for hours as mother cooked,
As brother studied his vengeance books.

I gleefully played with the screen,
checking apps feeling like a teen.

I hid it from every oncoming eye,
This would be purely mine.

A strange call came from up the street,
A child was going door to door.
Dread hit my heart and carried me.
It wasn't my phone I couldn't ignore.

I would have to give the thing over