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