Sunday, July 09, 2017

the old faithful

The old car rusted to the bones
The decades of serving of the times
She is now returned from the workshop
She needs a new coat of paint

The spare parts can't be found
The old car still can drive me around
The odd pieces have gone
The parts can't be replaced

I hardly use the car
I drive it around in town
Most of the time she stays down
Watching other cars passing by

Sometimes she will smell
The dogs and cats urine and poo
Parking near the house
Watching the day and night go by

I have no heart to let her go
She traveled with me from North to South
Brave the floods; climbed up hills
Even to islands and back

I park her at the house
Watch her staring at me
The years we shared in driving
It is the memory of our times

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