Top of the Line

A Poem about my Car

Top of the Line

A top of the line, celebrity ride

With a GPS, Ipad, and cell phone inside

 Fine leather interior, with nice heated seats

My car was certainly not one of these

 

A classic muscle car, with horse power to spare

An overhead cam, and a posi-track rear

Big fat slick tires, on shiny chrome rims

Wasn’t my car either, as it had no fine trim

 

A big monster truck, with a set of dual stacks

With fog lights and high lights, on specialty racks

Running boards and accessories, packed to the gills

My car most certainly, had none of these frills

 

My little car was an economy ride

Not much to look at, and not much inside

To me it was nothing more than a car

Though I had it a while, and I drove it quite far

 

Then came the day when I traded it in

And I realized I’d never see it again

As I gathered together the rest of my junk

And for the very last time, closed the lid on the trunk

 

Like life passing before me, I could suddenly see

That the little red car, had meant so much to me

It had taken my wife and I, cross country twice

And to so many places, that were so very nice

 

To weddings and birthdays, to funerals and wakes

And all it ever asked for, was a set of new brakes

Of course I was happy, to buy a new ride

 

(But As I said goodbye to the little red car for the very last time,

And thought about the wonderful memories inside)

 

While walking away, I just could have just cried