The cars‘ turning 14 this November
And it's mostly still shiny and red
So many miles, just try to remember!
And still running fine as yet
Some parts had had to go
The old breaks were rusty and thin
And really we didn't want to know
The exact amount of the bill
Now it's worth more than it should be
The point of no return long past
A bottomless pit, there's no end to see
We often wonder „How long will it last?“
But today on a grey autumn morning
I sit in the car to visit a friend
At the back of my head there sounds a warning
I cut the music and try to attend
The silly old engine is coughing and wailing
My sentimental heart is ready to shrink
But hark, there's more! It's definitely ailing
The right front has certainly started to clink
And who is it hammering inside the bonnet?
And when did the pistons start with this clank?
Doctor! My car is dying! Honest!
Please help me get ready for a trip to the bank!
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Author:
Solar Impulse_1912 (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2021 05:39
- Comment from author about the poem: It is probably silly to publish a poem on a car. But I seem to get attached to them after a while. It also questionable whether it makes sense to drive a car at all at this time in earths life. I leave that question unanswered for now. The poem is definitely not meant to be taken very seriously.
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'And who is it hammering inside the bonnet?
And when did the pistons start with this clank?'
immortal words, sang by many
since that very first Benz
(thanks for the fun read)
Many thanks for all your kind comments. I am happy I could give you a laugh and I wish you a very happy Christmas with your dearest persons safe and near.
Great idea to write about how attached we become to our cars. I'm guilty of taking mine for granted and I know it's truly my neglect when it's a non-starter.... do i feel guilty.... not when it's running again.
Many thanks for all your kind comments. I am happy I could give you a laugh and I wish you a very happy Christmas with your dearest persons safe and near.
Funny and yet surreal in relation to the human condition.
P.S. I ( we, myself and my wife ) am dreaming for a new car.
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