The Old Ford Is Dead
© 2019 by P Michael Biggs
My Ford is dying.
I ain’t lying.
We’re giving it away,
that’s sad to say.
It lasted eighteen years
and took us from there to here
And now, there it sits.
It no longer fits
It was reliable.
That’s undeniable.
We fixed what broke
and always said we’d have it
till it croaked.
It croaked.
It’s broke.
Its usefulness has been revoked.
We now make room
for a good one we presume
but for now, we say ‘Thank you’.
You gave us wings and we flew.
Originals by P Michael Biggs
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