She speaks of the old me....
the me that was always
fun and kept her laughing for hours
the man with whom
she fell in love
that man
the old me....
not this me....
The one she claims
(and I disagree)
I have become...
cantankerously stubborn
and politically partisan
a man who listens to talk radio
and never dances with her to the oldies
the man who listened
to the old her
but now always tunes out
the new her...
the new her
the her which is always nagging me
or complaining
about the disappearance
of the old me....
the me
that me which never really did exist
except in her head___


2007©tedgsheridan

Ted Sheridan

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