Recycled Me

Good Morning, 

I apologise for not posting for a few days, but things happen and I'm drawn away from my love of poetry. However, like moths to a flame, I return.

Today's poem is a sarcastic look at how some relationships end, because of an affair. We all know that the best relationships are built on the firmest foundations, but sometimes a nudge will bring a building crumbling down around us and I often ponder the thought that to give birth to a new beginning, there has to be death to an old one. 
So I share with you now my reasons for having a much younger husband and the catalyst that made me the happiest woman in the world. Out of the deepest despair come good always. Sometimes we just don't immediately see it. 

Recycled Me

Don’t dismiss me, 

Nor throw away. 

Save me for another day. 

I know I’m useful,

Always ready to go. 

Think of me before you throw.

Recall my purpose,

Re-use my wonder. 

Look at me, stop and ponder. 

Hold me again,

Think on me, 

Really look, what do you see?

You’ll need us.

I wasn’t free. 

I’m purposeful, recycle me. 

I know she’s shiny, 

Looks nearly new, 

But wait... lets try to see it through.

How could you? 

My minds in boggle,

You have yourself a younger model! 

You, your done?

So what about I? 

Maybe I’ll get a younger guy!

Yes I’ll try it, 

How could this be?

Why’d you wait this long to set me free. 

By Helen Stallard

June 19, 2014