The Trade In Poem by Nadalia Bagratuni

If possession is 9 tenths of the law,
How much of a fool can I be,
I have his ring,
But she has his heart.

Twenty years ago,
I was just like her,
Perfect body,
Well Developed mind,
Full of goals,
Exciting with plans.

What has happened over the years,
All of those goals, all of those tears,
What ever happened to the time,
When we could be alone,
And just talk,
Without being interrupted,
No phones,
No TV,
Just him and me.

Those days are gone,
And now I'm alone,
The problem is I'm not the only one this is happening to!

Millions of people are across this land,
Are trading in their older models,
For a new brand,
Less miles,
Less wear and tear,
Prettier bodies,
Less repair.

The only thing I can tell you from my experience,
Don't be fooled,
Don't listen to this,
Talk is cheap,
But eventually we all end up on the junk heap!