POEM INDEX
Old Wreck

You said the Ford was the
Last car you'd ever buy
And set out to prove it

The touch-up paint kept
All the marks
From showing

Tires and oil, and a
Buffing cloth
Were part of your routine

You got older and
So did it,
But inside where it counted

Your miles were long,
And when you died
The car said fifteen thousand

Original? I was asked
When I took it in for service.
Original? He was one of a kind


Copyright 2004 Jody Serey. All Rights Reserved.