An Ode to My iPod: Part 2

iPod, you were in your plastic baggy
I stared at you as I cleaned the kitchen
How broken you were!
The rice could not fix you, it seemed
A friend suggested I get a new one
Replace you, dear iPod?
I had no other choice!
You've been with me through a lot, dear iPod
Through my first couple basketball games
Through that terrible thunderstorm
I listened to you during my sad times
I played you when I was happy
Your music reminded me of good memories
Why, wonderful iPod, why did I let you get wet?
It was such an innocent thunderstorm
I held you as I listened to your song
But was it for the last time?
I listened to you as we drove long miles
Your ability to store music astounds me
So many memories are in those songs!
My little iPod, you played as we grouted the porch
You were beside me in the late nights when I couldn't sleep
You lie on my pillow, supplying me with audio as I draw
Dear little iPod, your music kept me running
I guess I shall have to say good-bye, for real this time
No more lines of poetry, more words of prose...
It might be time to get another grey iPod
But they will never replace you....
But, wait! Behold!
As I pick you up, your screen moves
Joy!
I can navigate to the music, dark as your screen is
No back light provides light for me to see
But I don't care little iPod
You're fixed and that's all that matters
Let's go listen to a song, little grey iPod....