Ode to a car
Oh my, trusty car, how I will miss you.
Enduring and sturdy to the end.
You may have not gone very fast, but you still got me where I needed to go in the end.
Twenty years, you've been passed down, it's really a miracle you made it this long.
Your peeling paint, and peeling dashboard, and random clutter everywhere. They were your charm.
Ah but when your engine suddenly blew apart and oil splattered everywhere, setting it all on fire, we knew that was probably it.
You were much loved, but sorry car, we can't afford to fix you again.
And considering that several other things were starting to go, it was just time to throw the towl in.
Ah but we can still remember the good old times, eh.
Like that one time you stranded me in the middle of traffic.
In the middle of rush hour.
In the middle of a green light.
Heh, but I could never stay angry with you long, I knew you were old.
Or the many times I almost ran off the road due to ice, but you always seemed to pull through alright.
My loving car, who had the habit of locking people both out of and inside of you.
In the end, only one door would let us in and out, and that was soon to go as well.
Hesitant to let people in, but once you had them in, not wanting them to leave you again.
So sweet you were, car.
I was so comfortable driving you; you'd become like an extension of myself.
It seemed like I hardly had to guide you at all, you'd always do what I wanted.
But now your time has come, old car, time to rest in peace.
I will shed a tear or two for you, as they haul you off to the scrap heap.
People may not ride horses anymore, but the sentiment is still there.
We all shed tears for our noble steeds, when they are no longer here.
So there it is. I no longer have a car. And Christy's car is getting old too, being only two years younger. If only public transport were better here, but alas; it is horrid at best.
Enduring and sturdy to the end.
You may have not gone very fast, but you still got me where I needed to go in the end.
Twenty years, you've been passed down, it's really a miracle you made it this long.
Your peeling paint, and peeling dashboard, and random clutter everywhere. They were your charm.
Ah but when your engine suddenly blew apart and oil splattered everywhere, setting it all on fire, we knew that was probably it.
You were much loved, but sorry car, we can't afford to fix you again.
And considering that several other things were starting to go, it was just time to throw the towl in.
Ah but we can still remember the good old times, eh.
Like that one time you stranded me in the middle of traffic.
In the middle of rush hour.
In the middle of a green light.
Heh, but I could never stay angry with you long, I knew you were old.
Or the many times I almost ran off the road due to ice, but you always seemed to pull through alright.
My loving car, who had the habit of locking people both out of and inside of you.
In the end, only one door would let us in and out, and that was soon to go as well.
Hesitant to let people in, but once you had them in, not wanting them to leave you again.
So sweet you were, car.
I was so comfortable driving you; you'd become like an extension of myself.
It seemed like I hardly had to guide you at all, you'd always do what I wanted.
But now your time has come, old car, time to rest in peace.
I will shed a tear or two for you, as they haul you off to the scrap heap.
People may not ride horses anymore, but the sentiment is still there.
We all shed tears for our noble steeds, when they are no longer here.
So there it is. I no longer have a car. And Christy's car is getting old too, being only two years younger. If only public transport were better here, but alas; it is horrid at best.