Trusty old gray car
Polka-dotted with rust spots
And still running fine.
Sad to say goodbye
My treasure of memories
Spans nineteen rich years.
I also show my age
Gray-haired now with slowing gait
We’re two of a kind.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Nice Haiku.
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Delightful sketch!
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I’m happy you liked it.
I had a similar experience when I had to get rid of my old car.
Really enjoyed these.
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It is sad to see it go. I gave mine to the Make A Wish Foundation. Glad it would go to a good home.
Nice feel to this, and how wonderful that you’d give it to a charitable foundation! Having been a non-driver all my life, I don’t have that experience of owning a vehicle which becomes more than just transportation, holding memories/emotions of the life it shared.
I don’t drive anymore and enjoy observing people on public transportation. I walk to do errands – good exercise. Thanks for your comment.
You’re welcome 🙂
Love, love, love this one! I have a weird affection for vehicles-it’s as if they have a life & character of their own. But… I agree walking is better for us and there is too much pollution. Here’s a fond farewell to the ol’ gal. 🙂
Thanks from my old gray car and me. Old autos do carry on family memories.
Perfect. Recently left behind my trusted truck of 19 years.
Thanks. I enjoyed your comment.