Harry J. Couchon Jr

Rookie - 20 Points (10 17 54 / Bronx New York)

Used Goods - Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

I'm used goods but she doesn't care
To her I'm good as new and still under warranty
I had been tossed out and she found me there
A treasure among the trash of this city

My first had treated me with such disdain
How it lasted so long I'll never know
It was a relationship that ended in pain
I was used lied to and finally let go

I may be but my love isn't secondhand
It's as fresh and pure as a newborn baby
To love her is where I make my stand
And she knows I don't mean maybe

I'm used goods but I still have value
Just ask the one in love with me now
She knows I'll never make her feel blue
To love her forever I solemnly vow

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008



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