Good Old Days Poem by Joan Pond

The Good Old Days
by Joan Pond

The good old days expired
when I sat on the bed
and he said he didn’t love me
as much as I loved him.
I was past perfect;
incomplete without him
Once upon a time
I’d found my prince
but he turned me into something
and found wanting
I packed beggardly boxes
and left,
not wanting to lose more
than I could
Good Old Days Copyright © 1998 by Joan Pond, All rights reserved

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