how shiny cute in the showroom.
take it home and keep it clean.
friends comment when they see it.
keep it tuned, fluids up, taunt, looking good.
protected from bad weather, inspected,
for years return several times for checkups.
always be aware to avoid accidents.
though over time scratches and dings happen.
then when at last it is worn, aged, paint becomes dull,
more difficult or impossible to repair; it’s seen its day.
taken to a new home, or left unused, nearly forgotten.
that’s car life; leaving you with photos and memories.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
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This poem is a bit depressing. How about a well worn and well loved car, treasured and pampered despite all the dings and the difficulty or impossibility of repair? Someday, though, it is all photos and memories, isn't it?
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