She speaks of the old me.... <br />the me that was always <br />fun and kept her laughing for hours <br />the man with whom <br />she fell in love <br />that man <br />the old me.... <br />not this me.... <br />The one she claims <br />(and I disagree) <br />I have become... <br />cantankerously stubborn <br />and politically partisan <br />a man who listens to talk radio <br />and never dances with her to the oldies <br />the man who listened <br />to the old her <br />but now always tunes out <br />the new her... <br />the new her <br />the her which is always nagging me <br />or complaining <br />about the disappearance <br />of the old me.... <br />the me <br />that me which never really did exist <br />except in her head___ <br /> <br /> <br />2007©tedgsheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anti-valentine/
