Ode to Spaghetti

A poem challenge I was unable to keep up due to life asked for a poem on your first car here it is

A great silver boat
nothing fancy to show off or gloat
from point a to point be we would go
broken air condition radio just for show
My first taste of being free
my first set of keys
rolling wheels training wheels
first troubles it you often healed
through snow fog and rain
you kept me so very sane
until that fateful day
that you would be called away
A broken cradle my broken heart
Driven away and sold for parts
A new car shiny and blue
became a replacement for you
with all the bells and whistles
you were given a unfair dismissal
Deep in your engine lies a moral
A lesson in humility that is immoral
You may not have stood the test of time
You may have been laughed at and past your prime
But I could truly call you mine

Author's Note

Please ignore a 30 year old misfiring brain