Love Is Like An Antique

Some people like to throw away Things others consider a treasure They simply are so ignorant Of how it’s worth to measure They think that because it’s old It is ugly and outdated That’s often how people feel About the ones that have mated They always look for something new Something that is stream lined and sleek And so the old they set aside With brashness at the new they peek Myself, I’m an ardent lover Of antiques in all their splendor My father taught me their true worth I care for them with hands tender I do confess antiques take time To restore to an earlier state A lot of effort is needed To make these precious antiques great Relationships are much the same The older are more tried and true They just take more love and more care To make them compete with the new So dear, don’t you dare throw me out In love’s massive garage sale The new may be more enticing But that buy’s surely bound to fail You’ll soon tire of simple lines And long for the fullness of me So, stick to this old antique, boy I’ll make you happy as can be! So polish me here and over there Bring out my original shine Caress me here and over there I’ll serve you and make your life fine. Eileen Manassian Ghali