We're the throw away
wives
The use em and lose em
brides
---
Like old cars
you trade us in
for new models
After putting
one hell of alot of miles
on us
---
One man's trash
is another's treasure
---
So here I sit
on the Goodwill's shelf
like the Velveteen Rabbit
Waiting for
---
a Real Man...
By Lynn Hahn
In days gone by second hand cars would be unscrupulously "clocked" - mileometers put back , and this poem reminds me of the duplicity of men and how they can be ruthless when the old testosterone creates monsters.
Sad yet hopeful. Ray x
Happy new year.
Silence are the men, silence to their thought, of those that have walked, maybe to far from those that are of loving thoughts x
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lynn hahn
Sun 1st Jan 2017 00:02
Thanks what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right ?