This car has logged a lot of miles.

My tires have touched many roads.

I have broken down several times.

I have run out of gas. I have changed

my oil more times than I can count.

I have sat on the side of the street,

as cars zoomed on by.  I have asked

for rides. I have hitchhiked. I have

changed flat tires. When I can’t drive,

and my head gaskets blow, I know to

take it slow. It is okay to park.

We all need tune-ups and breaks.

We all break down, but we will

break through; we will make it

to our destination. Life is a fast lane

that doesn’t discriminate. We will

turn up the radio and drive.

Our running motor keeps us alive.

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  1. Carol anne Avatar

    Beautiful a lovely poem and write! Xo

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