By Suzanne Ward
The package hides the product
As they sometimes say
Better check the merchandise
Before you start to pay.
He loves me, he loves me not
We said when we were kids
Now the price of love’s gone up
And there are no more bids.
Your flower’s gone now
No more petals to pull
Why am I feeling so empty
When I thought I’d be full.
Yesterday could be tomorrow
For all the years to come
Better ask for forgiveness
Before your time is done.