*written Feb.'06
We are gathered here today to
bid farewell to the dearly
departed vehicle of its 7 year sentence...
I remember you when you sat above
the rest in that car lot
knowing what kind of service you
would provide for your owner
and the spouse who invested
time...
money...
energy...
jokes and/or sneers from peers
and whether their quest for freeloading
succeeded, because they can get from A to B,
didn't matter
cuz you was all I had
F ound O n R oad D ead
was what they used to lament
not knowing that your heart remained
in the same place
compared to your related counterparts
shit....that new Explorer
was the hottest thing on the market
front wheel drive, comfortability....
class, quality compact SUV....
that was ahead of the competition
and to think I was "this" close
to cheating on you.....
found out too much ass
can guzzle your gas
and poor conditioned tires
manufactured from Firestone
prompted a recall from
its makers
Boy was I lucky....
but after the scratches, the tiny
accidents you endured,
the bad water pumps, leakages, gauges,
gaskets, radiator, alternator(you name it)
and most of all, you epicenter of your lifeline....
yes, the transmission.
After a tear shedded, I wanted to give you
a proper burial
or maybe in the care of someone
who can put up with you
the way I did.
Stay gold on the road. One love.
I have a '86 Ford Bronco and I love it, but everyone tells me the same things about it. But I've had it 2 years and I've only had to do a couple repairs on it, parts are expensive though. But good poem.