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It is ugly and outdated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
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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