Mazda 323
The old white Mazda
The years of driving adventures
It finally takes her to her depth
Parking near the garden wall
The wind and sun
She takes it all in her strides
What else she has to do?
She serves her master well
The old age runs its course
Cracked body lines paint peeling off
Rusty lines appear on white body
The signs of old age flow
The small signs appear
Years trying to paint it away
The solution stays for a while
It appears after rain and shine
The dash board turning colour
Under it the leaks drop when it rains
Yet she never complains as she cruises
One stroke the engine comes alive
The old white Mazda
She was a model captured in helicopter flight
Way back on the island where she enjoyed her best
Then returning to the main land the deterioration begins
The old white Mazda
The footprints in my memory
North to South and in between
She still runs as a second car for me
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