Antique
For years I felt like an antique piece,
watching my face for line and crease.
Aging was taking its toll on me,
getting as bent as an old girl could be.
Feeling self-pity wash over my soul,
finished, a wash-out, nevermore to be whole.
Disabled, discarded and also dejected,
never again to be trendy, connected.
When it seemed as though I was done with this earth,
along came Ches...I revalued my worth.
I am beautiful, clever, creative and cute;
wonderful, witty and gorgeous to boot!
He is a good ten years younger than I
but I just get younger as each day goes by.
It's true what they say, you're as young as you feel;
suddenly aging holds no more appeal.
By cherryk
© 2012 cherryk
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