Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Ode to Old Gold

Today I had to say goodbye
My little car just got too old
And so, despite the times we've had
I took it in, and now it's sold

Ah yes, those times, they were so good
Like driving in to work each day
And then back home, where it would stop
In the garage, where it would stay

For eight long years it took me forth
And back and forth and back again
And in that time it gained some quirks
That popped up every now and then

Quirks like a wobbly back end
Providing me a chance to feel
A sense of wonder as I though
If I was gonna lose a wheel

The dashboard lights would sometimes pulse
The headlights pointed different ways
And though I might not see at night
They seemed alright during the days

Beneath the hood, something would leak
And leave a puddle on the floor
I thought the leak was just one thing
Surprise! In fact there's several more!

The engine, rough and grumbly,
Was also an exciting part
Cause every time I turned the key
I wondered whether it would start

So last week, in to get repairs
The service people took the keys
They looked it over, then they said
"Two thousand dollars, if you please"

To fix a '97 car?
That figure seemed ridiculous
And though it pained my wife and me
Our only choice was obvious

We traded it for something newer
(That will be another rhyme)
So here's to you, my old, gold car
You served me, well, most of the time




1 comment:

  1. So touching, sniff. Welcome back. I was beginning to think you were done with blogging.

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