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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